Well, there was first the making of the dough (good god - no upper body strength and short ass arms) and then the machine to make it. It was fascinating and the end result was faaantastic but probably because I was not really in charge of it.

I've really only met a handful (ironically, my dad grew up in the Italian part of Philly and was crushed to find out at, like, age 10 that they were NOT Italian) of them but they're awesome in that frightening way.