I wondered aloud if an infinity pasta could be made. I sketched the number 8 turned on its side, snapped a pic and texted it to Maja. She liked the idea and sent it along to Italy, home of the bronze dies, to see if it could be made. In a month, give or take, I got word that the shape was possible and it would be arriving shortly. I received my die in the mail and was giddy with pleasure and possibility.
I set up the machine and started to make pasta. It was wild seeing an idea come to life. I cut the noodles an inch and a half long. The shape, infinity or perhaps crazy 8's, is a pleasure to eat. The walls have substance. the tubes hold their shape and capture sauce. In many ways it is the ideal bite of pasta, a tubular platform designed to carry delicious.