Other people stuff their suitcases with purses and scarves and shoes when they travel home from Italy. I, on the other hand, bring home food-lots of different things, but always pasta. There’s a brand of dried Italian pasta that I love and with a little work you can find it here (usually on Amazon). Unfortunately it costs about twice as much as it does in Italy. It’s called Campofilone and it tastes just like my grandmother used to make-incredibly light and melts in your mouth.
Once home, I sort of hoard the pasta because I want it to last. Am I terrible? I rarely share it with guests. I have been known to part with a box or two, but only to friends that I know would really appreciate it. Well, since returning from Italy last month I’ve been inspired to make pasta just about every week. I have a stash of 00 Italian flour and have been whipping up batch after batch of ravioli and noodles.
I’ve been making pasta for years but suddenly I feel like I need to do it a lot more often. Maybe it was the fabulous cooking class we had in Lucca where I learned how to roll out the dough with a mattarello (Italian rolling pin), rather than using the pasta machine (which I’ve yet to attempt at home). Maybe it’s the fact that a new friend who lives in Arezzo told me she makes pasta every day for her husband when he comes home for lunch. Whatever it is, I’ve discovered that my home made pasta is just as delicious of as the pasta I’ve been dragging home from Italy. I think my grandmother would be proud.