"What's next?" I asked eagerly, feeling a bit more confident in the kitchen now after my success with the noodles.
"Now we can get started with the sauce," he suggested, wiping down the pasta maker and putting the attachments in the sink.
"Okay, well while you put your torture device away, I'll get the ingredients," I offered, heading over to the fridge. "What all do we need?"
"If you could grab the butter, cream and parmesan cheese, that would be great," he requested as he opened the drawer to return the pasta maker to its rightful spot.
I did as I was asked, the ingredients simple enough to find as I had placed them in the fridge earlier. I set them on the counter beside the stove as Alex pulled two pots out of a drawer, a large one and then a smaller one. He set the small one on the
