A while ago I received a pasta machine from my grandparents. I have fond memories of making pasta with grandma, mom, aunties and cousins. When Rob (who loves pasta) and Miss E saw it while unpacking they thought making pasta would be a great idea.

Miss E and Mr. R worked on making noodles.

Mr. M helped a bit too after helping me transfer chicken broth into containers to freeze.

Once the big kids were done working on the pasta Mr. S and Miss J decided to get in on the action. We cooked the pasta up and put it in our soup for dinner.
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