You need fresh pasta in your life. You need a home Pasta Cutting Machine
There, gracing the top of the meat case at a most convenient eye level, was a darling display of kitchen accoutrement – attractively packaged, perfectly arranged. While the meat man did his rap tap-dance of wrapping up my guilty “heart attack on a grill” purchase, I was silently processing the seemingly innocent visuals of this gadget set.
Hubby insisted we buy one, why? I am not entirely sure. I think it spoke to his inner man-beast. “Hey, this thing can be a cooking utensil and a weapon.. also fire is involved in the cleaning process, this is an awesome idea!” Once we were home with this monstrosity of a pan, I quickly dubbed it the Man Pan. Why? Because I refused to touch it.