Italian Cooking Class!

In Florence we had an Italian cooking class.  It was quite simply, marvelous fun.

At one point, however, our groups had to "start again".  Alesso, our helper took one look at our frying pan and sadly and silently took it over to the garbage can and dumped it in.

We were having so much fun we burned the garlic.  Not good.

Alesso said he was in charge so it was his fault.  (Very kind of him.)

We cooked but Alesso and Alessandro (another one!) served us.  And very tasty it was too.

In the first picture note the owner of the cookery business, with the scarf.  Now don't you think Italian men are so much more stylish than are North American men?  Most Italians were as well presented as this one, with the tourists suffering by contrast.  

Before I left for my Italian adventure I read in a novel of an author who lives in Venice, that Italians mock the "white shoes" of the tourists - our 'running shoes', I am thinking. So when I was there I took particular note of their shoes.  Gotta say, most were expensive leather, even their running shoes. And none were white. 

In the picture of Alesso and Alessandro, Alesso is saying, "Men at work. Take the picture!"