It's Tradition!

Way way way back...probably all the way back to my ancestors in Italy (but I don't have any pictures)...we were always making homemade pasta.

Everyone remembers their first time.

Forrest's first time making pasta was when he visited my family in Paris. It's like initiation.

It's tradition...an apron for everyone, a little flour on your cheeks, and a full glass of red wine.

Davis, this was your first time and you were awesome! You loved cranking that pasta maker and you helped Annie knead the dough. You also loved eating the finished product with a big'a meat'aball!