“I gotta go get the camera!”
“You’re not going to blog this, are you?”
“Sure, you can blog your failures, too. Besides, it’s so lame it’s kinda funny.”
“Yeah, it is.”
This was the conversation Mrs. NH and I had as we were peeling apart once beautiful fresh penne (pictured above) that had become stuck together (pictured below) after we failed to separate it and put it on a floured surface. We’re still trying to perfect the procedure with our new KitchenAid pasta attachment and last night’s attempt was an abject failure. We salvaged what we could and what we couldn’t turned into more of a spaetzle than a penne. The sauce was delicious as usual (alla Vodka) but we’ve got a ways to go until we take this pasta maker to prime time.
However, last night’s failure brought back memories of family failures in the kitchen when I was a young kid. The one that is most memorable was the time the wine bottle fell off the top of 
the fridge and smashed into the batch of freshly made green tomatillo salsa. And of course, our numerous attempts at frying stuff always seemed to yield greasy and soggy results. The failures weren’t terribly numerous but were always a letdown. But still, we laughed.
Mrs. NH and I laughed last night as well. This wasn’t our first failure in the kitchen and it won’t be our last. I’m just glad we didn’t do it in front of company. Of course, by posting it here, you can laugh but you don’t have to be polite and eat it. You’re welcome.
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