This past weekend, me and my best gal went to an Italian cooking class today at Schoolhaus Culinary Arts. It was their very first class for kids - a "bring your own adult to class" day. I almost fainted when I was handed the sheet(s) outlining what we were going to make. The thing was thicker than my annual cookbook. I would rate it as ambitious, if not a touch ballsy. I limped my way through it, and dare say we had lots of fun doing it! I highly recommend it. We got to make caprese panzanella, butternut squash ravioli, chicken ragu with fettuccine, and chocolate banana cannoli.
Full disclosure: had I not been paired with someone who was competent at the dough and noodle making, I'd still be there trying to figure out how to work that fucking machine. Hey, I'm a Belgian. We deep-fry everything with minimal prep. And by minimal prep, I mean just about anything can be tossed into a deep-fryer as is, and eaten with reckless abandon. Even socks likely, with the right amount of mayo.
God bless the Italians. That's a shit ton of work.
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