Cooking Class

Remember when I said that everything in Italy is small... I stand corrected. I learned that the only thing that comes in an extra large in this country are the portions at dinner. As part of the program, I'm automatically enrolled in a cooking course once a week at this woman's house. Our 70 year-old teacher, Anna, is a 4 foot 10 larger than life chef who hosts three separate groups of BC students once a week. Last night's lesson was spaghetti carbonara. Despite speaking only in Italian (even though everyone knows she speaks fluent English as she refuses to admit it), I was able to understand process quite clearly. I also learned that spaghetti carbonara is one of those dishes where you're much better off not watching it be made as you might think twice about eating it. While this was the only dish we made with her, she also served us chicken marsala, then leeks, then salad, then cheese, then apple cake, then chocolates, then a second round of chocolates. While I knew to pace myself, I had no choice when it came to Anna. For each course she always served my roommate Tommy and I first to be sure that the boys had enough to eat (our spaghetti dishes were at least three servings). The food was incredible and can hopefully replicate it. I learned how to make spaghetti carbonara but more importantly not to eat lunch on cooking class day.