These are a surprise from Daniel since I have been looking at getting a pasta maker for months and he knew I couldn't afford a fancy one, so he ordered me the ones I'd been dreaming about. Honestly though I'm not sure if he's being super sweet or if he doesn't want to keep eating the 1/8" pasta I make with just my rolling pin.
I've been noticing a pattern lately in my life and that is I'm surrounded my military and Italians. The military thing is a given since Daniel is in the USAF, but the Italian part is new.
I'm a proud Norwegian American and was brought up by my mother's very Scandinavian family and there is no Italian in our family. I'm pretty sure the last time anyone in our family visited Italy was with Björn Ironside when he sacked Luna, (and we all know how well that turned out). This has created a bit of a culture shock between Daniel and I, but we're dealing. At least we each have some German blood to bond over.
I'm kind of a Francophile, can make awesome bruchetta, and watched all of the Sopranos, but when I started learning that his father would not be please that I'm not Italian, I started learning how to cook Italian food. First I started with the famous tortellini's made with 1/8" pasta I made from scratch, and then moved on to bolognese sauce. I also pulled out my Frances Mays collection of signed books hoping she could give some in site on being an American in an Italian world.
It's interesting because my family isn't please that he is Italian (a few women in my family had their 1st husbands be Italian), and so Daniel and I have taken to making bad jokes about our ancestry. Like about how his Italian temper is no match for my German wrath. Or that my Norwegian calm is completely perplexed by his Italian passion. The entire thing is topped off with us sending each other bad jokes we find on the internet, like this SATW Comic (no I don't have a mustache but I will hurt you if you grab me).
So get ready for me to be making pasta while watching Sophia Loren movies.