Oh, for ding-donged, bloody-well sure! My cousin’s family moved to Italy many years ago. I only visited them once or twice over the years, but the food (not just pasta, pizza, bread, but everything else) was just mind-blowing. Except for the calamari, partly because I love molluscs & sea-creatures like that, my little friends. But, long story. One time my cuz was visiting, and she offered to cook, and evidently the ‘rents (parents) decided on “pasta,” a major conceptual break in their minds, but oh well, lol. Anyway, it was fascinating… she made this little hill of wheat flour before our eyes, mixed it with some water, let it gel a couple moments, the sliced it up and hung the ’noodles’ up to dry on a little drying-rack, or whatever it was. Then boiled them a bit, and Robert was your avuncular figure! (I had no bloody idea it could go that swiftly!)