Learning to cook

Since arriving in Malito last week, bel ragazzos mum has decided it is time I learn how to cook. I can cook mind you, but it is just that I cannot cook very well. Nothing seems to be very tasty when I make it. Luckily my lovely bel ragazzo enjoys cooking and has taught me a thing or two in the kitchen. It seems now that his mum is also intent on teaching me how to cook...maybe she is worried that her son shall starve with me as his chosen partner...who knows!

We arrived in Malito last Saturday and no sooner had I put my suitcase down, then the biggest rolling pin I had ever seen was thrust into my hands, and I was told it was time to learn the trick of how to make home made pasta.

Now I am no novice when it comes to homemade pasta as growing up I used to often make homemade spaghetti with my grandmother but we used to cheat a bit and use a hand operated machine which roles the pasta out for you, and cuts the dough into strips of spaghetti. There were to be no pasta machines in bel ragazzos mums kitchen! She had already made the dough (it is as though she was waiting for me to arrive...) and without missing a beat she began to teach me the art of making homemade pasta.

Since then I have made home made pasta from scratch, and I have baked some biscuits too...and I have only been here 1 week!