Because I'm a spoiled young lass, I got a pasta maker this past Christmas. It's my favorite (and only, really) fancy kitchen tool. Like, if Ina Garten came to my house and ignored the lack of central air and the faint smell of old-ish trash, I think she'd be vaguely impressed with my pasta maker. Anywho, I've been havin' a ball with this machine. It's really easy to use and you feel somewhat impressive when using it. I had friends over for "freshly made pasta" and they were wowed for a whole 10 minutes! Imagine that. So, when I make pasta, I keep it as simple as possible. Which isn't hard cause pasta is inherently simple af anyways... So yep, here's what I use to make pasta (it makes enough for two reasonable people who aren't pasta hogs): -1 cup of flour -1 egg (at room temp) -A pinch of salt -1-2 Tbs room temp water (or more, if need be) Now, I firmly believe you can eat just pasta and live a perfectly happy life. However, if yo...
Remember when I had a half-assed food blog? ME NEITHER. So bear with me on my new blogosphereventure where I write about stuff and hopefully feel somewhat productive. Good for you Xtina! So what will you be writing about? Okay, first of all, you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition. I would know, I graduated with somewhat-passing grades in English. But...you're the only one writing this... Oh shit you're right. Okay, I'm going to attempt to improve my creative writing skills because ever since I graduated college, all I've pretty much done for a year is shove my face full of gummy-worms and beer while watching Veep. Yeah, I also agree that is the #dreamlife, but for an extended amount of time I genuinely thought I had a brain tumor until I realized my brain was melting because I stopped reading and writing. Like, I honestly forgot how to spell. I mean, to be fair though, I never did get an MRI or anything so I may still have a brain tumor...