This is another Sascha story, I promise.
Rich likes to watch Nadia G. on the other food channel. I have a hard time watching all of that going on and listening to the accent. Last week, Rich was watching Nadia and thought the recipe sounded good. That’s besides getting his entertainment value from watching Nadia jingling around the kitchen. I never wear that much jewelry in the kitchen.
On Sunday, Rich decided to try the recipe. Now this is something I can’t pronounce, no matter how hard I try. It was Fettuccine with Salsiccia and Brisket Sauce. The sauce is very rustic with braiseed brisket chunks and Italian sausages. The recipe calls for making your own fettuccine pasta.
The sauce wasn’t hard. That looked easy. Just browning things and then throw them together in the pan to bake in the oven for several hours. Now the handmade pasta is another matter. I don’t like making my own because I never do a good job. Rich, on the other hand, does a great job with pasta. We even own a Pasta Queen for cranking out your own.
Sunday afternoon, Rich brought the Past Queen up from the basement and went about mixing up a batch of dough. With the Queen anchored to the counter, he was ready to roll out the first sheet. He quickly cranked out the first sheet to the right consistency. On the way through the Queen, a small piece dropped to the floor.
I convinced Sascha that she should be a good vaccuum and pick it up for me so I didn’t have to. She looked at it, pushed it with her paw, and finally gathered it up to take to the living room to figure out what it was. She continued to touch it, push it around, and lick it. Finally, she got up enough courage to actually try a taste. She must of liked it, because it was gone in no time.
Sascha then returned to the dining room to see if there was more of this wonderful stuff lying around on the floor. Darn! No such luck. But wait, there was some coming out of the machine on the edge of the counter. Before Rich could stop her, Sascha reached up and took the entire sheet out of the Pasta Queen! Hurrying off to the living room again, she gobbled up the pasta.
She didn’t see Rich take a swipe at her as she ran away with her golden goodness. I heard some choices names being yelled in her direction, but Sascha was so happy as she bounded out of the dining room. That was the last pasta she was going to get. Rich was very protective of the rest of the pasta going through the Queen and lying on the table to dry.
The result was worth it. The dish was excellent. It was great for dinner that night and for lunch the next day. Can’t say I liked the brisket, but the sausage was good. Just more brisket for Rich. No brisket for Sascha though. No more pasta either.