Don’t worry, this soup doesn’t have any alligator meat it in, just alligator noodles. When Mike was young, he was obsessed with eating Lipton’s Alligator Soup, an instant chicken noodle soup with alligator shaped noodles. They’ve discontinued the soup, but Mike craves it in that way you crave food from your childhood.
I thought it would be fun to make a simple chicken noodle soup with home made noodles in alligator shapes. The alligator noodles I would make would be 1000 times larger than those in alligator soup, but much like I like mini food, I like giant food as well.
I’ve never made noodles before, but I have fond memories of my dad making noodles when I was a kid. Noodles were my dad’s speciality. Almost every weekend, there’d be flour flying everywhere and piles and piles of noodles on every available surface.
Sometimes my dad would let my brother and I roll out the noodles, but mine usually turned out uneven and strange looking. I should have took that as a sign: I’m a noodle eater, not a noodle maker.
When I decided to make the noodles, I didn’t want to go out and buy a pasta machine, so I went to my parents’ place in hopes that they still had the pasta roller from my childhood. Of course they had it; my mom doesn’t throw away kitchen gadgets. She pulled it out of a cupboard, still in it’s original packaging.
When I opened up the box, I found the credit card slip receipt from Canadian Tire. The pasta machine was on sale from $24.99 for $14.88. For a machine from the 80s, it was in amazing condition. It’s too bad my pasta wasn’t amazing.
I tried an egg yolk pasta recipe that I’m not going to reproduce here; it was that bad. It’s funny though because essentially all noodle recipes are the same. While at dinner the other day I asked my dad what his noodle recipe was.
Dad: I tell you my recipe, it’s easy: flour, eggs, water.
Me: But how much flour, how many eggs, how much water?
Dad: You just look at it and you know. You mix it up and that’s it.
Me: Oh. Thanks Dad.
Of course his recipe would be one of those recipes. I can’t complain too much though, I’m kind of like that too; if I’m just cooking for myself I hardly ever measure things. I did measure everything for the noodles I found on All Recipes, but the noodles still ended up tough and really not that edible.
I guess I’ll have to try my dad’s “recipe” one of these days.