First Matt chopped the vegetables with a big knife.
This is the scene of the crime.
Then Matt and the Grand Master plotted their next move.
Making a roux needs lots of hands.
Then he cut the cheese.
Here’s some sausage and onions cooking.
This is the almost finished ragu.
There was some leftover zucchini so that got tossed into the sausage.
Here’s the béchamel sauce, Matt always complains how hard it is to make. It didn’t look hard at all.
Then they got drunk.
Then he made a flour volcano.
Then he scrambled an egg in it.
Then he beat the egg with more flour.
Then he beat it with his hands.
Then he beat it with a 3 foot long rolling pin.
Then he wrapped it around the rod and stretched it.
Then he squished and stretched it some more.
Until it was unrecognizably thin.
Then he hacked it into tiny bits.
With an instrument obviously designed for nefarious purposes.
Very nefarious.
Time to fill the nefariously cut pasta with cheese.
Time to mischievously fold the nefarious pasta.
That’s right shifty triangles were formed.
It was a trap. Not triangles at all.
So many miscreant tortelloni were made.
And ravioli.
What’s this? Unfinished cannelloni that’s what.
Don’t forget to boil those lasagne noodles first.
Here’s a North American style lasagne, too much meat.
Here’s the lasagne and cannelloni ready for the oven.
Then Kerri ate all the pasta all by herself. Matt did go to a cooking course. It said nothing about eating.
