I inherited my Grandmothers pasta maker this summer. I decided that this month would be an excellent time to try it out. Yesterday I had penciled in Turkey Noodle Soup with homemade noodles on my menu. Certain members have been having digestion issues so I opted for gluten free ones to keep troubles at bay. I decided to give this recipe a go since I had all the ingredients on hand--http://frugalfarmwife.com/article/gluten-free-egg-noodles.
It was very easy to make and Grandma's machine didn't have any problems at first cranking out some pretty noodles. However, after a while progress halted and what little bit came forth were crumbling apart instead of staying together.
A fussy feverish baby made the decision easy. Scrap the machine and roll them out by hand like the original poster had done.
As the noodles were simmering in the broth I stepped outside to chat with Abi. I had no idea that it was nearly 70 degrees outside! Which meant that it was much too warm to serve soup ( this happens to me quite frequently, abnormally warm days on scheduled soup ones). Scrap that idea too.
Ok, regroup. What can I serve that's gluten and dairy free that everyone will eat as we empty out the fridge in preparation of our upcoming trip? Buttered noodles, broccoli, and shredded barbecue. I figured this would be a win all around. I would get the noodles that I have been craving. The kids would the the broccoli that they've been begging for. And Phil would get the meat that he adores.
The phone rings 'hey babe just wanted to let you know I'm on my way home but I munched on leftover pizza so I'm not hungry'
We sit down to eat and although the kids had helped make the noodles and previously tasted them one declared to be not hungry and two suddenly didn't like them.
The baby cried through the meal since he was miserable.
I sat there and wondered why I bothered making this giant mess in the kitchen for no one to enjoy them but myself. I would have been just as happy having plain rice without all the work. It felt like a the never ending day of frustrations with Miles being inconsolable, arguments with Abi, a pasta maker that is as fickle as my Grandfather forewarned, and a family that seemingly wasn't interested in my hard efforts.
Thankfully, those noodles were good. Definitely would have been better in the soup, but enjoyable none the less. The disappointment faded (but strangely not the mess in the kitchen) and worked its way into relief that there were leftovers for todays lunch. Those noodles were even better today with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese.
Oh, and for the record those noodles are super easy to make in case you were wondering!
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