Easily one of the best days of my 2020 — a year with very few best days to speak of — was the one in which I spent a relaxed afternoon playing Nino Rota, drinking red wine and making homemade pasta with the KitchenAid attachment I'd splurged on impulsively.
It was one of the most relaxed, meditative experiences of my culinary life, and the fresh fettuccini I produced was extraordinary. "I'm going to make this a regular thing," I told myself. And if by "regular thing," I meant two more times in three years, I absolutely succeeded.
