One day before I broke my arm, too lazy to go to the grocery to get pasta and sauce, the sweltering heat index in the triple digits and all the makings from scratch were found in the kitchen. I set to work. Halfway through I found the makings for meatballs, so those were made, too.
It was easier than I thought, thanks to watching all the PBS cooking shows that morning. They had me craving pasta and tomato sauce but they didn’t tell me about how much space it took to dry the pasta. Halfway through the cutting of the pasta, I was figuring out how to hang it in the oven. (Remove one rack completely and use the other to hang the pasta.) My husband was pleasantly surprised when dinnertime rolled around that night.
In the coming weeks I hope to give that another try, after my arm is healed for dough rolling. We still have one bag of pasta in the freezer, maybe this weekend we can boil some up for a meal, while I wait.