Who in their...

right mind makes their own pasta.

I am a chef/cook and wouldn’t for one second contemplate making it!

I read in today’s paper that Italian nonna are a huge hit on the television making pasta.

My only, never to be repeated experience was to an Italian matriarch in St Leonard’s.

She kneaded the pasta with the air of the Boston strangler.

It seemed to take forever, all the while notching up the fear.  The rolling pin was brandished like a sabre.  I fully expected her to turn to the fridge and get out a horse’s head to make the sauce.

Relief flooded over me as I scuttled to the car.

‘I got away!’

I roared off, all the while thinking life is too blooming short to make your own pasta.

Scarred for life by fettuccine.

Call me a wimp I don’t care.

Added to which the Italians make some belissimo dried pasta.

They have been doing it for thousands of years, why would I want to compete?