In a momentary lapse of wise decision making, T decided to make fresh pasta last night. I was totally pooped, having already made the beef broth and all the prep for the Daube. All I wanted to do was crash on the couch and play Angry Birds in a catatonic fashion. But T needed some help when it came time to roll out the pasta so I obliged. We had some dried mushrooms which we'd ground in a burr coffee grinder (a great spice grinder) and he'd integrated that into the pasta dough. It did look and smell nice, and it turned out quite well, but we were a bit too tired to make a sauce that did it any justice. Concurrently, the beef broth was simmering away on the stove and smelled truly incredible. I was happy that the butcher had steered me towards a pack of marrow bones in addition to the beef shoulder I'd requested. Percy benefited too from a post-cook, marrowed-out bone. I used some of the broth this morning to top off the Daube and will save the rest for some French onion soup this week. This picture doesn't tell much but if there were a integrable smell button, I'd add it here, and you'd be glad.