i went to a cooking class run by this woman tonight. i wanted to go to dinner at her restaurant next friday too. why i am not is another story. but it involves someone not being able to get a babysitter. reason not to have children i think. anyway.

the cooking class was awesome. but tensions as when it came to sampling the food there were concerns that i would miss out. i'm not good at sharing food. and me and HRC both (i think both, she could disagree, but her computer won't let her comment so i can say whatever the heck i want really) got grumpy and snapped at people who got in the way of us and our food. the woman next to me was my hero. she got her sample portion of pasta. ate it. put the empty plate under her chair and then pretended she hadn't been served and got them to bring her another plate. she did this with a hint of shame. and pretended that she didn't want another serving. but it took her all of two seconds to eat it. i would have done the same if (a) i was a faster eater and (b) had of thought of it.

afterwards we got to shop in the store and get $5 off our purchases. i went nuts. buying up their left over christmas stuff. this bread cake is fricken delicious and i would have bought more if my arms could have carried them. i bought other random ingredients also. my new thing is buying random ingredients and putting them in my cupboard. i may never eat them. but right this second i have very good intentions to.

HRC also bought maria pia's cookbook. and Maria signed it. and wrote special note to HRC. Maria touched me. which she explained as an italian thing. very touchy. she told me. i wanted to touch her back, to let her know i appreciated her culture. and pasta. etc... but couldn't because i was holding far too many panettone.

mmmm, i'm hungry. i'm going to have the best lunch ever tomorrow. panettone and tin of fried aubergine (country of origin: turkey)