Sorry for the horrible rhyme, I couldn't help myself, hehe.
Yesterday it snowed. I didn't know it snowed in Siena, and, apparently the Sienese didn't either. They don't really use salt or snow plow or anything like that. I mean, the streets are barely big enough for one car, let alone a giant snow plow, so I kind of understand. Plus these are thousand year old cobblestone streets so it would make sense that they wouldn't want to damage them.
Despite the snow, last night we ventured into the semi-countryside to learn how to make pasta frm out Italian teacher Sylvia's mother. After getting horribly lost we finally found the Porta Tuffe, one of the city gates, and met Sylvia and he dad who drove us to the house. Once we got inside I immediately felt better. Carla, Sylvia's mom, let us warm our socks and shoes by the fire and gave us other socks to wear while they dried. Once everyone was there the pasta making began.
First Carla showed us how to make a ragu sauce with meat, and a pepper sauce. Then she made the pasta dough. we kneaded it or what seemed like a forever. But I didn't mind so much because it was somewhat reminiscent of working with clay, which I have been missing here. We then put it through the pasta machine to flatten it, filled with spinach and ricotta cheese, then cut it into piece with a special tool that sealed it up. We also made tagliatelle We ate bruschetta and drank wine while we waited for it too cook.
It was delicious. And we had tiramisu for dessert. All in all it was a pretty perfect night.
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