Today Kristy and I took an Italian cooking class...
It was prob one of my fav things so far besides surfing. We made a six course meal! I swear I don't think I've eaten that much in my life. Every ingredient we used was local from the region which I thought was really neat. We made: artichokes Roman style, homemade pasta noddles, with homemade sauce, chicken with sage, cheese, and prochutto, spinach with butter, garlic, pine nuts, and raisins, potato wedges with olive oil, rosemary, and garlic, and dessert was terimisu. Everything was so good but my favoriate things were the artichokes, and the potato wedges. I always I imagend making your own pasta noddles would be difficult but it really wasn't as hard and I thought, doing that was way easier then cutting thr artichokes up the right way. Most of the stuff I think I might be able to make when I get home.
There were quite a few people in our cooking class today from all parts of the world. But most of them were from Australia although they didn't come together. Everyone was very nice and the owners of th cooking school were amazing. They were so friendly and you really felt like a family. After our meal we all stayed and chated for a while, the owners were so helpful they even recommend things to do in Rome and where good places to eat were. Also with my meal I got wine with every course, each wine went with each sepcific courses. It was neat to learn about how each wine went with each thing. I'm actually developing a taste for wine. However wine here is so much better then wine at home. I would love to take another cooking class sometime.
We finally got to take a street car (the trains that run on tracks on the street) it was pretty neat but very slow, no wonder not many people take them. However we wanted to try it so we did. After that we had to take the bus to a subway stop. I'm telling ya we took almost every means of public transportation to get home. Roman people really don't have a sense for personal space. A guy was standing behind me on the bus with his junk right up on me. Needless to say I moved. Also I have come to the conclusion that North American people are very cold and have a very different sense of personal space then Italians. Our chef was always touching us, not in a creepy way just our arm or hand kind of thing. He put his arm around me once and I guess I must have looked at him weird cuz he was like oh don't worry I'm not trying to pick you up, it's just what us Romans do to make everyone comfortable. We always touch each other. Our chef was a pretty funny guy.
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