Sorry, this will again be a photo heavy post. I need to find out how to make one of those mosaic thingys that so many really talented and creative people use.
My Other Half, the lovely J, bought me a pasta machine for Christmas. I've always wanted one, and now I have one. Indeed I do.
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| A cup of flour. |
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| 2 eggs, beaten, and deposited into a well in the middle of the flour. |
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| A mess. There is some delicate way of doing things that doesn't involve this much mess. I think it comes with practice. |
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| After 2 minutes kneading. This now felt solid, and like I could have baked it and used it as dwarf throwing bread. |
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| 5 minutes more. It's coming. My friend Andy put on FB that it would take more kneading than bread. I'm glad he did, because I was slightly despairing by this point! |
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| Around 10-15 minutes in, and it is a smooth ball of elasticky dough. Lovely. Into the fridge, wrapped in clingfilm, for about as long as it took to make biscuits and clear up a bit. and get the machine out. Umm. 45 minutes? |
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| The machine. |
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| The first dough. Apparently every time I use it, I will be putting a small piece of dough through to clean it out from the last time it was used. It must never be washed. OR fed after midnight. |
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| Wide spaghetti. Tagliatelli. I think that's the spelling. |
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| Looks good! So I squished it back together again and put it through the rollers again until it was thin and...... |
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| ....put it through the spaghetti cutters. |
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| It is good! |
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| Finished product after 2 minutes in boiling water. |
I ate it an enjoyed it, J ate it and enjoyed it, T-Boy was impressed by the machine but didn't eat it. It took him 2 hours to eat his lunch yesterday, although it was all foods that he likes. Last night when he started the "I'm full" routine, his dad told him to put it in the kitchen.
We're taking him back today. I do miss him when he isn't here, and I love having him around, but the tantrums and the food choices (which I firmly believe are deliberate) and the constant defiance are wearing me out. I'm going to avoid having both boys at the same time for long holidays as much as possible. They both need individual needs meeting and both struggle with the other one sometimes. I know all families do.
They are both such strong characters, both with such different flash points, both with such different outlooks on life, and the gap is going to keep growing as they develop so differently. I have faith in the AC that he will develop more patience and calm with T-Boy, that he will learn to ignore, or forgive T-Boy's behaviours and outbursts. I can have that faith because I know that J and I, and He-Ex have the same direction for his upbringing. We want the best for him and from him. T-Boy is being brought up by his mother, and she is content for him to be a baby for the rest of his life.
It's in all the little things. He's 10. He's never wrapped a present, or dried up the dishes, or washed his own hair, until he got to here, where we all help, and where the AC has been in charge of his own hygiene since he was about 6. (Under supervision til he was about 7, but he's more than capable now!) T-Boy has no responsibilities, and doesn't know how to be responsible. He's never gone anywhere without his mother, or other significant grown up - not even run on ahead to school and they live 3 minutes walk away from their school! He's never helped make a cake or a cup of tea. He's never run his own bath. He's never brought the milk in, or wiped a kitchen side.
He's done all these things now, and most of them in the last year. But it all gets undone as soon as he goes back to his mother, and gets a virtual nappy put on.
Ah well.
