Patience and I have had the delightful pleasure of spending the last 5 days with our 9 year old grandson, William. He flew, unaccompanied by parents, from Chicago to Paducah last Wednesday, and returned home yesterday. He spent time with me in the studio...he loves to draw...he and I saw the Sorcerer's Apprentice Monday afternoon...and he spent time with Patience walking the dogs and learning how to take Swede William, our Whippet from Sweden, through an agility course. But for me, the highlight of the visit was the afternoon he and I made pasta.
It began ominously when I forgot he 3rd egg and the dough was a horrific lumpy mess; I almost abandoned it, but decided I could still add the needed egg, which we did. After some unrelenting kneading, we eventually ended up with what we thought was an acceptable ball of dough.
It survived William's efforts to carve his initials in it and eventually found its way through our hand cranked pasta machine.
Needless to say, the pasta was delicious, served with a sausage-tomato sauce...we even had enough for lunch the next day.
William's clay drawing
