Cooking Class

I didn’t blog during the height of the birthday season…but that doesn’t mean I didn’t take notes. Specifically, I took some notes on the cooking class that I signed Rita and I up for as one of Rita’s birthday gifts. [Can I just say….if we are talking about me going to a cooking class…than my presence REALLY IS my present]

The class is taught in the back of a cooking store and is a complete racket. You walk into a TV-studio-worthy kitchen with its giant island and three stoves and 8 burners and every single participant says “I could sooo have this kitchen.” So the class is only the loss-leader to steer you towards the store’s remodeling services.

There were also about a dozen TV screens situated all over the “classroom”. I was all excited because I thought we were going to class in an upscale sports bar. Turns out the TVs are all trained to the teacher’s every move. Rita looked mortified when I asked if someone could turn the fridgecam to Jon Stewart for the husbands in the room. (I might go for the remodeled kitchen if it comes with 8 flat-screen TVs….and the NFL Ticket…just sayin’).

The nice thing about cooking class is that you can take lots of notes for your blog and people just think you’re writing down recipes. Which is why you should tune in tomorrow when I give you the highlights of Vietnamese cooking.