A short while ago on an expedition to Bangor, my mother was confused when I went to the hippie health food store and bought some powdered algae. She was more confused when, a short while later, I bought a pasta machine. And she would be still more confused if she knew why I wanted to make green noodles.The first attempt, cut by my thoroughly inept hands, was better forgotten. The second isn't perfect, by any stretch; it is a cheapass pasta machine and I have not quite mastered its idiosyncrasies...
... but I've still got green noodles.
Served in chicken broth with a little soy sauce in? Parallel universe comfort food.
Phase 3: tinker with dough recipe for greater stiffness; see about acquiring a heavier-gauge spaghetti attachment. The one that came with the machine practically makes angel hair. Not what I want. More like udon.
--G.
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