Kay begged for a pasta machine for a couple years, but I steadfastly resisted for a long time. Why buy a machine to make when we could easily buy pasta already made? Then I decided to be clever and surprise her with a shiny, hand-cranked counter model one Christmas. She excitedly used it . . . once. I, however, continue to use it once or twice a week to make various shapes and sizes of fresh pasta that tastes infinitely better than store-bought. Kay, of course, happily devours all the results. Maybe she’s the clever one.