A Cooking Class "Travis-ty"

so the adorable one and i have been taking various cooking classes for the past few years, off and on, at our local williams-sonoma store, which is conveniently located like ten minutes from our house. so, last night were we attended a class on making different kinds of pasta dishes. as it turned out, one of our favorite chefs, andrea duncan from lidia's, taught the class. andrea is great because she is not one of those namby-pampy chefs. nope, andrea picks pasta out of boiling water to see if it's done. she uses her fingers to stir egg yolks. she is not afraid to be hands-on with everything she does, and pooh-poohs spending like $86 for balsamic vinegar. yay, we really like her a lot.

unfortunately, williams-sonoma corporate has decided that instead of allowing our fantastic local chefs to share their favorite recipes, they [corporate] now insists that the menus are designed from their master series. so all the fun and spontaneity and joy of learning has gone out the door, and even though we like andrea, class was rigid, and structured, and truthfully, boring.

the one thing that was amusing was this older woman who was literally throwing herself at this guy, travis, who was at least 25 years younger than her. and he was lapping it up like a dog. every time andrea needed a volunteer, the older woman would chirp, "ooooh travis will do it." according to the adorable one, you would think by the way she was acting that travis was the only guy in class. not so. there was at least one other fella there, besides my cutie pie.

had i been in one of my moods, i would have said, "get a room and save us from the sap." but i would have been forked by the adorable one. which really wouldn't have looked good with the hives that popped up around 10:30 p.m. i know it was the damn cilantro!