My first cookery lessons.
Off course there was this moment where you had to introduce yourself. I had not experienced this since Highschool and went 14 years old again when it was my turn. I stuttered my way through and realized again what a stupid selfish thing stuttering is.
Well okay.
We learned how to cook a Ragu, a 'simple' Bolgonese like, meat and vegetables sauce.
Lots of theoretical information about Battuto and Sofritto and the order of throwing things in the pan.
The cooking group really liked to drink a lot of wine and soon the mood turned into kind of jolly along with a lot of bad jokes.
I think I can really learn something overthere. For example for the first time in my live I know how to chop an union.
Next week we're making Risotto.