
My husband knows me better than I know myself. For our anniversary, he got me a cooking class at Central Market with Paco Roncero, one of Spain's top 10 chefs (I just googled to find this out). My first class of this sort, I was a bit anxious. Would they serve wine? Would it be okay to go alone? What should I wear? Would they expect me to cook lots of Spanish food on the spot?
Roncero was incredibly inspirational, passionate and well, cute. You can tell his life is his craft. And his craft includes A LOT of liquid nitrogen. I ate a passionfruit ball he dropped in there and smoke came out of my nose like Puff the Magic Dragon and burnt my tongue. He made a number of my other classmate volunteers do the same to break the ice. He also froze fruit that way and made caparinhas (which continued to break the ice). Mmm
Roncero made a long presentation about his life, including a lot of cheesy American music that touched my heart. It was just so innocent and Spanish of him to unabashedly use We Will Rock You without getting embarrassed about it. I miss my semester abroad in Madrid. I loved the culture. The slideshow got me thinking about my own passions. I actually sat there thinking that perhaps I should pursue my passion of cooking being a chef, then had this aha moment (I'll miss you, Oprah!) where I realized that I am a chef for the people I love the most, my three boys. I don't need a whole restaurant. I get to pursue my passion every day that I feel like cooking and it really does fulfill me.
Anyway, Michael, I loved the class and can't wait to go back for another one. Not realizing that modern Spanish cooking is much more than garlic, blandness, mayo and bocadillos, I would have never signed myself up for this exposure to Spanish cooking, but enjoyed it so much!


