Learning to cook in Tuscany? Check. It’s officially off my bucket list (and on top of my “best time ever” list). I worked my carefully crafted charms (using tips from my departed Romeo) to sneak my way into Lella’s Scoula di Cucina and into a classroom full of Brits! The combination of fresh pasta and British accents? It was like my own sweetly concocted heaven.
With wine in one hand and dough to roll, knead, and stretch in the other, four hours simply vanished! We made course after course of “Menu Tipico Toscano,” a traditional Tuscan meal. Lella moved around the kitchen like it was a dance. We oohed and aahed. We salivated. We drank more wine and laughed as we botched our crostini with caramelized onions. We made Pici with caccio e pepe sauce – think Mac N’ Cheese on a cloud with rainbows and fireworks. Then, I tasted my first ever Ricciarelli cookie. I tasted two. Okay, five. But they were small.