There's a version of pasta-making that lives inside cookbooks, rigid and a little intimidating. This isn't that.
What I actually do on a Tuesday night is pull whatever's in the fridge — half a lemon, some wilting thyme, a good knob of butter — and let the pasta figure itself out. It almost always does. The water goes on first. That part's non-negotiable. Everything after that is instinct.
I started writing this down because friends kept asking. Not for recipes, exactly. More like: how do you think about it? So that's what this is. A way of thinking. A handful of techniques worth having in your hands. And whatever mood the evening calls for.
No chef's resume. No immersion circulator. Just a pan I've had since 2009 and a real preference for good olive oil.