Homemade Pasta

My maternal grandmother is coming back from Italy this week and we are waiting to get a lesson in how to make homemade pasta. I cannot wait for my kids to see this. My son will don his chef's hat and want to help. My grandmother eyeballs measurements. Hmmm, wonder where I get that from? I remember being a kid and the pasta drying on her bed on a white sheet before it made its way into the salted pot. I also remember eating homemade pasta in Sicily that was served on a table. Claim your spot and dig in. Good thing we were all family. I can taste the pasta, marinara sauce, grated cheese and fresh basil. Ah, the good life.