Pasta Bradaburia

What is it about men and gadgets? If I asked my husband to make pastry using a plain old rolling pin and mixing bowl, he would do it but with a degree of reluctance. But buy a pasta maker (albeit a hand roller one) and his enthusiasm for rolling and folding knows no bounds. “A chemical reaction takes place, you know!” The kitchen has since been festooned with authentic looking strips of egg pasta, drying out before further cutting and shaping takes place. We now have enough to feed most of Milan, if not the whole of Italy. Fettuccine anyone?