Next, we put it in a garbage bag and stepped on it to flatten it.
Next, patting it smooth, rolling it into a big cirlce, and cutting it into long thin noodles.
Then we boiled the noodles.
The finished product being devoured by the most adorable half-Japanese child ever.
Over all, soba-making was interesting cultural lesson, but way too much work for not enough tastiness. I prefer to eat my soba noodles at soba shops where other people have done the hard work. I have now been recruited to teach an American cooking class for February. Yikes!
Credit for the photographs goes to Adam Fore.
Credit for the photographs goes to Adam Fore.
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