But first I should explain that as a Swedish gal married to an Italian, well let's just say everyone in this family prefers that we leave the major cooking to husband and leave it at that. I mean really, how many memorable Swedish dishes can you name? (As an aside, even when I throw Swedish meatballs into the conversation all the Italians laugh and say, "You call those tiny balls covered in thick white gravy meatballs???" Well, yes, in my family we did!) To be clear, I've got the whole baking thing covered quite well (thanks, mom!), but when it comes to day to day sustenance regarding food I'm happy to acquiesce to the resident Italian.
So it was with great surprise that husband was the one to suggest we all - and by all I'm referring to his Italian American siblings with whom we were traveling - enroll in a cooking class while on our recent family vacation that included some glorious time spent staying in a villa in Tuscany, and no, one can never get tired of saying that phrase! Whether or not that cooking class was for my benefit I'll never know, ahem, but admittedly we all learned something over the course of the several hours we spent together in that rustically modern kitchen located on a picture-perfect hilltop in the Chianti region of Tuscany.
And yes, getting there was half the fun! Lucky for us we were blessed with the presence of our Italian host, owner of the villeta in which we were staying, who agreed to ride along that day. But after traversing many mountain switchbacks along the journey (in our stick shift controlled oversized van, no less), even he was challenged in finding our well-concealed target. To be fair, even the map shown on their own website shows several routes, one of which clearly says, "Don't follow this path. This road does NOT exist!" as well as another one saying "many GPS systems show a route which is incorrect therefore DO NOT relay on SatNav. . ."
Anyway, just as every twist and turn of those Tuscan mountain roads revealed one classic scenic surprise after another, Le Cetinelle ended up being quite a large complex including a small inn, vineyards and wine room, gardens, plenty of walking and hiking paths, a complete cooking school kitchen complex separate from the main residence along with the most gorgeous outdoor picnic area wherein we were able to enjoy the fruits of our labor.
Oh, and those kitchen notes I mentioned above? Here's all I managed to scribble that day:
Step One - Move to Tuscany!