Well, this story has got to be told, and since my Dad doesn’t read my blog (but my sisters do, so don’t say anything) I think it’s safe to come out and say it…
My dad and stepmom bought us a super nice pasta maker and I haven’t even opened the box.
This is how it began. Way back a year ago when we were moving here I had grand plans to make my own bread, pasta, and other junk. I just didn’t have a pasta maker. My dad and stepmom said they were going to buy me a super nice one for my birthday, which is April 4, if anyone is going to write it on their calendars…
My birthday came and went with no pasta maker in sight. That’s okay, I wasn’t banking on it. Nothing like having no faith in your parents to follow through, right? I get a call not too long after my birthday from my stepmom, asking if I got the maker. Nope. She checks, the order never went through! She said she’s determined to find it. And then I hear nothing more.
Right around June, we switched up our diet to a Paleo/Primal thing and I ditched the pasta. I’ve seriously made pasta, um, once since then.
Then I remembered that they were going to get us the machine. “You better tell them not to bother about it,” Brandon warned me. Yeah, yeah, I would do it. I didn’t. I get a call in July from an excited stepmom telling me that they found the pasta maker and it’s on its way! Yaaaay.
I got it and it has sat in the garage since then. I lied to him and said I used it and made delicious pasta. Bad bad daughter.
What prompted this post? Well, today my dad calls me and let’s me know they’re sending me a pasta attachment for my Kitchenaid. I couldn’t say no. I’ve dug my grave and now I have to lie in it!
Um… anyone have any good gluten-free pasta recipes?