An infectious joy was in the air at Abruzzo Cibus, the Italian cooking school I just attended in the small hillside village of Carunchio in the Abruzzo region east of Rome.
Our host Massimo was a vibrant personality, as skilled in telling a story as in running a hotel and cooking school. And he certainly has a clear and strong view about all sorts of things. The same was equally true of his chef/instructor Dino Paganelli. Together, they kept our group of sixteen students quite entertained.
It didn’t take us long to await with amusement the potential outrage over an innocent question about how American think of Italian cuisine: We learned an Italian dies every time an American adds sugar to tomato sauce. Only use extra virgin olive oil; you might as well use motor oil as use ordinary olive oil. Garlic is only rarely used. Why bother with a white wine? Don’t trust wine blends; don’t use an aerator; and shudder at the thought of a twist-off metal cap.
Then there are the bests. The best saffron in the world comes from Abruzzo where it gets picked under a full moon; only then do its flowers open up fully to the light, thus making the stamens easy to pluck. Truffles from Abruzzo are the best because they are sniffed out by dogs, and not by dirty French pigs whose snout snot surely contaminates such a delicacy. There’s also nothing like a Montepulciano wine from Abruzzo. Forget about those chianti blends from Tuscany (see above about blends). And French baguettes carried under dirty armpits . . . well, you get the idea.
But amid the cultural fun, we did learn a lot. We all made our respective batches of ricotta gnocchi and shaped it using the wooden rigagnocchi tool. Then we got to eat it covered with a sauce quickly made from fresh tomatoes.
We rolled the freshest of peppery wild arugula with thin slices of pecorino and prosciutto and dressed it with a lemony dressing for a delightful salad that you could eat with your hand.
We learned to form polpettine cacio e uova (cheese and egg dumplings), fry them, and then finish their cooking in a pepper and tomato sauce. And we learned both to make our pizza dough and form it – without a rolling pin or any tossing skyward, relying just on the use of our knuckles and thumbs.
Our class of sixteen ate what we cooked each day for lunch, usually outdoors at picnic tables, and always with wine. We were blessed with lovely weather and lovely views.
We made side excursions to check out historic fishing houses, olive oil presses, and cheese factories. By the end of the week, we truly had a taste of the Abruzzo region in every imaginable way.
As a group, we had bonded into a ring of friendship that will surely always remember Abuzzo Cibus as a magical week of our lives. Anyone ready for Abuzzo 2.0?
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