Handmade pasta how-to

I read recently that we never forget out childhood neighbors.  So true for me.  I was the babysitter for the Williams family from the time I turned 13 to when I went away to school.  Toward the end it was more tending the home fires while the young folk played around the neighborhood.  Remember just going outside to play?  No play dates, no structured activity, just get on our bikes and ride.  I'm dating myself, I know. I remember one afternoon in Mrs. Williams' kitchen, making egg noodles for chicken soup. This was before pasta was all the rage, then out of fashion and now back again. And certainly before making our own pasta was a thing. We rolled the dough flat, then rolled it up like a cigar and cut wide noodles for the soup. Perfectly Read more...