|Out of the blue, Judie, a very kind and
sweet woman, contacted me about trouble she had with trying to restore
a garage-sale pasta machine that she got for her daughter. She'd heard
a PM could come in handy when using polymer clay, but she didn't want to
purchase a new one.
She found the instructions for cleaning
a PM on my website and decided to tackle disassembly herself. After two
days with mounting frustration and no success, she decided to donate the
poor machine to me, hoping I could perhaps use spare parts. She said she
had thought about simply tossing it in the trash, but that she had kinda
bonded with it during her ordeal to restore it. So, instead, she wanted
to find it a good home! :D
It arrived on my doorstep, via parcel post,
in a humble brown paper wrapper. I couldn't resist the challenge of trying
to restore the little thing. I hate to see such exquisitely wonderful tools
go to waste.
Turns out it wasn't quite what I had expected.
Yes, it was a pasta machine (made by Mercato even!), but it was an all-in-one
unit (the flat and noodle cutting rollers all in one chassis) and it was
the narrow machine (about 4.25 inches across, instead of the standard 5.75
Since it was a uni-body unit, and I had
nothing to lose, I decided to try something I'd always wanted to - chopping
off the "shelf", that part that holds the noodle rollers. Out came the
hacksaw, the Dremel and whatever else I could use to work on metal. During
the process of trying to fix it (it wouldn't turn at all), I also learned
the final secrets about how pasta machines work. I kinda feel like I successfully
solved the final puzzle in the endgame.
I am the unofficial pasta machine queen!
|Now the little PM is restored; derusted,
lubed, and turning nicely. I told Judie that I could ship it back to her,
but she said that, in essence, the PM's destiny didn't lie with her any
longer. Thus, I told her I would designate it the machine for use in the
beginner classes I will teach. She told me she and her husband were going
to commemorate it by naming it "Jesus Pasta Machine" and toasting its memory
with a glass of wine.
Tis appropriate, I think, that this curious
event happended on Thanksgiving weekend. I know I'me very thankful. Maybe
one day, I'll donate it to someone who'll be able to further enrich the
little pasta machine's history. :)