Noodles

Mom loved to be in the kitchen. It seemed so natural for her to just put a few or a lot of ingredients together and presto-chango- she had created something so delicious.  I used to be intimidated by her and my sisters because they never let me have the space to be creative in the kitchen. That is until I moved back home again.  Mom & I spent many hours looking through recipes and executing them.  

One of my favorite times was learning to make noodles with her.  This made us laugh because I have a phobia of flour. (The texture totally overwhelms me and takes my breath away). And yes, Mom thought I was nuts, but she humored me.  

She had a pasta machine that made perfect noodle creations. After it was all said and done it was a lot of hard work, but the noodles were lovely. And we had a lot of good laughs to compliment our creations!