Though this winter has been particularly brutal, leaving me to almost exclusively hibernate, I've awoken from my slumber to cook because obviously I require delicious noms in my life. After a trip to
Eataly during its opening week (yikes!), I decided it was time to finally make my own pasta from scratch. When I spotted powder-fine "00" flour lining the shelves I excitedly picked some up.
I found a lot of
varied recipes online. It seems most people's ratios differ, which lead me to believe there's basically no wrong way to make pasta (if there are any Italians or pasta aficionados reading, please don't kill me for saying that!). I finally settled on fettuccine's ratio of one egg for every 100g of flour. Four eggs, 200g of all-purpose flour, 200g of
doppio zero flour and a pinch of salt later...
Too scared of making an eggy-flour mess of my counter/kitchen/entire life, I decided to use my stand mixer. This was where things went a little wrong. I didn't get to feel the dough in my hands as it was forming, and allowed my mixer to run until all of my flour was incorporated. Needless to say, it ended up drier than I'd hoped.
After kneading for what felt like forever, and then kneading some more, the gluten was sufficiently stretched, the dough had a nice elasticity to it, and most air bubbles were squished out. We all took a short 30 minute nap then got to rolling! I don't own a pasta rolling machine so Andrew and I went old-school and took turns using a rolling pin and patience. Now
that took forever.
So what did we do with all of that pasta? Vegetarian carbonara! Replacing pancetta with halloumi, which I pan fried with garlic, shallots, and a bit of white wine, was pretty much the best food decision I've ever made.
I can't even tell you how deliciously creamy and salty all of this was when combined with the Parmesan and Pecorino Romano. I freshened up the whole thing a bit by adding a squeeze of lemon and a small amount of lemon zest at the end. The pasta itself had a great bite to it and only took, like, 4-5 minutes to cook.
Moral of the story: Pasta isn't that difficult to make and my love for halloumi knows absolutely no bounds.