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Nourish 1 – Noodles

This post is largely an essay in pictures.  While I’ve been sick, M has been awesome, knowing when to offer tea and sympathy, and knowing when to just let me sit quietly and do the crossword. (I have a theory that in my current brain-fogged state, I’m better at cryptic crosswords than usual, because I’m not trying to think logically…however, this theory is not necessarily supported by the available evidence at this time.) Today saw a minor degree of illness across the whole household; some viral, some overworked, some overhung, and so on.  So look what clever M undertook:

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Homemade pasta.  We’ve tried making it before, and it came out tasty but doughy — but that was years ago. Years of experience have trickled past and M threw it together in a snap.  Kneaded some stiff egg-and-flour dough, rolled it out super thin, sliced it with the pizza cutter and hung it on racks to dry it a little, which stops it getting gluggy and sticking to any surface you rest it on.  I liked that bit and took photos.

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Pasta from below!  While the pasta air-dried for a bit, fresh ingredients were chopped:

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And grated:

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And turned into a thick, simple, well-spiced sauce:

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Which was the perfect complement to the rolling, boiling pasta (by the way, fresh pasta cooks in a *snap*. Like, turn around three times and it’s done to a turn; none of this half-hour of waiting while the sauce goes cold that I always get when cooking dried pasta):

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Lovingly plated and served among the needy:

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Frankly, it looks damned sexy and it tasted even better.  Kudos to M. Seriously mad kudos.

The theme for the blog this week is Nourish.  I’m pretty in love with the values that I associate with that term: I think of it as embodying the tenderness, support and love that can be manifested in transactions with the body.  (Only, you know, nice ones, not pooping or having blood tests done or anything of that nature.)  Nourishing other people implies a lot of sensory things, not just tying the nosebag to them. Touching and hugging people to show that you’re delighted they’re in your life; or rubbing their shoulders and brushing their hair to soothe them. Feeding them wonderful, exciting, uplifting things because you had a wonderful experience you want to share; or tenderly preparing something that will soothe their tummies and calm them.  Giving your time, your energy and your thoughts to them, presenting friends and loved ones with home-made bread, pies, dinner, snacks — anything they need or think they need.  Sharing food with people is immensely important in our culture; we have so many mores and small traditions that centre on breaking bread together.  Nourishing someone with food isn’t the same as feeding them until they’re ill: it’s something much more tender, kind and respectful — and therefore loving.

{ 2 } Comments

  1. Chuck | March 15, 2010 at 10:57 pm | Permalink

    Um. Drool.

    *guh*

    — c.

  2. bethini | March 16, 2010 at 11:26 am | Permalink

    @Chuck

    I know…here, you can use my towel.

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