Homemade pasta adventures

Hi y’all

I am trying to get momentum and actually start this post and the very many more I hope to write, but I have faux French voices coming to me from Alexander’s DVD.  Mm, it really is quite distracting.

What do I want to write about?  Well, I made pasta yesterday!!!!!  My sister has kindly lent her pasta machine to my mother and my mother decided she wanted to spend Mother’s day making pasta.  I was in my element!  The end result was sublime, but it was the process that brought me such joy.   I really was made to cook, to feed people (except my son who is back to rejecting any and all major food groups).  At some point in my childhood or teen years (I don’t remember my childhood well) I decided I wanted to marry an Italian and have a large family that came together for loud meals that were all about being together, breaking bread together.  I didn’t marry an Italian, but I have discovered that the Italian family, feasting thing is supposed to be how we as Christians fellowship.   Ok, maybe it is not so much about the pasta but the coming together.  I think it should be like my table is big, you are all welcome or I have a table,you are all welcome.   We have the same Father, we are brothers and sisters and I’ll cook. 

 

 

Ok so the above pictures have got nothing to do with pasta or fellowshipping.  They are of my coconut butter making attempt and the cookies that came as a result and the boy eating them.

Much love and happy fellowshipping

Philippa