I love pasta…especially when it’s homemade. When we were in Italy, we stayed at La Petraia, an agriturismo owned by Canadian ex-pats Susan McKenna Grant and her husband, Michael Grant, and while we were there, Susan taught us how to make pasta the Italian way: put a pile of flour on the counter, make a well, drop in an egg, incorporate these two ingredients using a fork, then knead and shape the pile into a lovely silky ball of dough. From there, the possibilities of pasta creations were endless. We made fettuccine with whole leaves of herbs pressed into them. Beautiful and delicious.
I’ve made pasta at home twice since then: once doing it Susan’s way, and the other using Jamie Oliver’s method from his Cook with Jamie book where he says you can use a food processor and “Just bung everything in, whiz until the flour looks like breadcrumbs, then tip your mixture on to your work surface and bring the dough into one lump, using your hands.” Bung. Whiz. Tip. I love Jamie Oliver.
Jamie’s method worked surprisingly well but I bombed doing it Susan’s way. I blamed my failure on being in Alberta and not in Italy where anything you throw together (foodwise) comes out perfectly because: Food + Italy = magic.
After 15 minutes I unwrapped the ball, cut off a piece and went to work rolling out the dough. I opted to use a rolling pin instead of my pasta rolling machine because hauling out the pasta machine didn’t seem worth the effort. I should’ve though because the dough was tough and it wasn’t long before I was covered in flour and huffing and puffing and cursing just a little bit. Actually a lot. I was too busy rolling and cursing and I forgot to take pictures along the way until I had the ravioli formed and stuffed with a ricotta/pork belly/sage mixture.