I love noodles. I love Asian noodles, European noodles, American noodles, and I'm sure I'd love Antarctic noodles if there ever were any to be found. These past few weeks (well, months really) have been a bit overwhelming, but to make it more enjoyable, I've been indulging in some homemade pasta.
I'm sure there are pasta connoisseurs who can point out instances where dried pasta is better. But in my mind, there is nothing more comforting than noodles that you make and roll out yourself. They taste fresher, they absorb flavors better, and they come the way you like them most. Minus all the work that they require I suppose.
But I urge you, if you've never had homemade noodles, try it just once. There's something so satisfying about eating pasta you made from scratch that anything you buy won't be quite the same. Of course, unless you go somewhere that makes the noodles themselves with the same diligence and care that you would yourself. But in the suburbs where I live, those have long since been replaced with faster, better, stronger.
