When I hold a cooking class I always feel like I’m hosting a dinner party.
A dinner party where everyone cooks.
And, of course, everyone eats.
We’re all in the kitchen.
Someone is chopping, someone sautéing, someone zesting, someone stirring,
someone seasoning…we’re all busy.
Chatting, laughing, learning about each other’s lives as we put together each dish…
…as we crank the handle on the pasta machine…
…as we teach our fingers to shape orecchiette and farfalle.
Roll ropes of gnocchi. Roll out pliable pastry dough.
And any number of small and big tasks that go into making a great dinner.
And then we eat.