Sunday, November 7

Make new friends and do new things.

So truffles are probly the best thing since sliced bread.
When I say truffle im not talking about a ball of chocolate that you can get from the candy shoppe for a dollar im talking about a mushroom that looks like a clump of dirt, smells like nothing eles, and cost a un-believable amount of cash. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truffle_(fungus)
Every year Alba, Italy has a truffle fest and everyweekend a new town has a fixed menu with all sorts of truffle dishes, I was luckey enough to be apart of it.

For lunch we went to a local reasturaunt with all of the other student and had "tagalatelle e truffio" wich was fresh tagatelle in a butter sauce with fresh white truffle shaved on top. I would describe the dish here too but it was literally to good for words. We then left headed back to college to rest before our dinner reservation at 8.


When we went to the bar for the dinner we were greated by our barkeep from the previous night and lead down stairs where the chef sat us. We were the only people in the entire place that night, guess it pays off to make new friends. We were given the truffio menu and instantly attracted to the risotto e truffio, we were warned it would take at leat 18 mins. wich just ment it was made from scratch. We ordered a bottle of sparkling white wine (were getting pretty good at ordering wines now) wich went quite well with the dish. When the bread and amuse was finished our dish came out as a basic looking risotto so we instantly asumed the truffio was in the risotto itself. The waiter then came out with three white truffles the sized of your fist and shaved them fresh onto the plate...once again indescribably good.

We finished the night by going upstairs and once again spending quality time with our favourite barkeep. Off too sleep now, first day of school in 9 hours.

-R

p.s. successfully ordered gelato in italian for a group of us, the language is not that hard to pick up :]

So the spell check checks my american words in italian? Guess this isnt going to help.

Before I start let me state that the internet here is not the greatest so ill post whenever I can get connection.

Now, let me try to put into words my first day here. Im right now sitting on our balcony at the college eating probly the best apple ive had in a while, listing to the church bells ring from the top of the town and just relaxing.

Our flight here was fairly non-incidental except for one student having their brother slip something into their bag wich could have easily landed him in an italian prison, notice that I say italain not american because it somehow got through customs at JFK airport. But everyone is fine so there is no need to dwell on the past when there has been so much more "enjoyable" memories...even though that was one of the funnist.

When we landed we were instantly greated by the bus driver for the I.C.I.F. After the hour bus ride to the dorms it was an instant culture shock to see students here not throwing a football around but kicking a soccor ball, something rarley done in the states. All of the students were instantly friendly in helping us move in and showing us around the campus. Im dorming with three other students here on the third floor and I really dont have a problem with it, the only draw back is were still not sure of the clothes washing situation, we think its all hand wash but we'll find out soon enough...or at least we'll have to.
                     This is our view from the dorm-room.

Once we found out where we would be living we had to go and find out where the college is and how to get there so 4 of us took off for the town, easily one of our best moves because theres no better way to find out about your surroundings then to experience them yourself. We found the school with ease, it's an old castle turnd into a school, we also found the local markets, butcher shoppes, church, and of course...the bar.
While we were walking around we tried to take a short-cut back down to the school wich actually turned into cutting through a really nice older italain mans yard. He was kind enough to welcome us, then procede to tell us that this area was "Privato" (private) and then show us out, a bit scary but hospitality once again wins. We ended up figuring all the correct routes around the town and proceded to get back safely.

Our School.

So after walking around and heading back we decided to start chatting up the locals and found out that their interesting folk, and pretty damn helpful. They told us that if we dident get food today we'd be hungry sunday because the towns completely shut down after the siesta (1:30-4:30) The siesta is daily, the entire country stops and takes a break/power nap and then starts back up until there closing hours but on sundays they just go home, two of my rommates are doing last minuite runs for water as I type this. Back to the story, we headed back out to the town to get meats, bread, cheese, and fruits. Something eles that caught us off guard, you have to order meat in grams...So after trying to breach the language barrier for 10 mins one of our more fluent classmates happend to walk in and helped us out. We were ready to rumble for sunday brunch.

Get to the dorm, Check
Meet the other students, Check 
Find the college, Check
Explore the town, Check
Get food, Check

Time to celebrate.
We all met up back at the college and organized that we would go to the bar in the town for a glass of vino and remanice over the entire college program and try and let it sink in that we were really in Italy. So we made it to the bar and realized that there was a reasturaunt under the bar so we tried to get dinner insted but were told it was resevation only and sat at a 6 top in the bar as orginally planned. We then ordered some reds and sparkling whites and made a toast to "We've made it this far, we can't slack off now. Start strong end strong." We were then givn a few order of amuse from the bar keep, a great tactic to keep your customers buying more because we all got a round of belgen bira. The consisted of pasta salad, a cheese mouse on a crustini, cheese and foccia, peanuts, and crisps (Poatato chips) it was all good fun and we all had a great time. We finished the night by buying a bottle of lemonchelio, now before you think oh god there getting drunk in public, its a small bottle and there was 6 of us so one round finished the bottle. The barkeep then gave us a half bottle of a "Christmas Liquor" it was a cinimon infused liquor and it was, christmas in a bottle. After that we then got the tab and gacve our barkeep a well deserved tip he then thanked us greatly, and gave us a table for 6 tonight at the reasturaunt.

So without a doubt a great first day with only more to come.

-R

Thursday, November 4

A good bye for now, not forever.

"Time flies when your having fun."
That was a true testament to this last week, although I hope it doesn't apply for over seas travel.

This past week I've been doing alot of last minute shopping for italia and saying my final good-byes to as many people as I could.
(If your reading this and I missed our good bye I'm sorry, Goodbye, I'll miss you. I'll be back in February.)
                                    But all the driving around has given me alot of time to think about everything that's going on around me through school and travel, friends and family and I really just can't wait to go and start a new chapter of my life.

First off let me say that I've never been away from my home for longer than a week so this 4 month trip overseas, to some may seem small, but to this guy, its a big deal. I never thought packing clothes for that long was going to be easy but surprisingly it wasn't too too difficult. (Ill probably get to Italy and then realize i missed a bunch of things but I'll worry about that when the time comes.)

But over the past week with the thousands of questions asked about the trip and such one question sparked me more than any "What made you want to start cooking?"  And I really couldn't put an answer to it exactly. Now I'm talking back when I was a kid, back when the legacy first started (I have a feeling I'm gonna regret that line.) I couldn't even think what made me want to cook, I just always have.

Back when I was knee high to a grasshopper and the earliest memories I have are burning my hand on a cast iron pan, I've always been interested in cooking. I would always cook with my grandparents when ever I could and that was always fun for me but when I got older and I needed to know more about what I was doing I enlisted in the closest help possible, Family.

Cousins of mine, Jane and Shelia, owned their own catering business (Heavenly Edibles) and that was really the first "Job" you could consider me having in the culinary field, nothing serious just enough to get my nose into it and see if I liked how it all smelled, well sure enough I liked it and ended up choosing my High School because of it.

 I went to Cheney Tech in 2005 for culinary arts and I really didn't have a doubt in my mind at that point that this would be something I wanted to do for a while. My absolutely fabulous instructors AL Hovasse, Roxanne Ballachino, and Theresa DeSantos were three major influences on my culinary career and I still keep in touch with them to this day. Without the guidance, knowledge, love, understanding and the "constructive" criticism they gave me I can easily say I wouldn't be who I am today, and for that I thank you guys.

But there is only so much school can do for you, everybody has had to work in a restaurant one time or another and I haven't had many jobs in the field being only 19 but I have tasted both ends of the culinary spectrum.

Besides working with family I then had a job working at a local Greek/Mediterranean restaurant where a busy night was 60 covers (Covers = tables of people that order food). From there I cant say I learned new way to cook but it had opened my eyes to a real restaurant atmosphere, an experience which is can not be taught through any sort of classes.

From there I landed my next job at Restaurant Bricco in West Hartford. Now going from doing 40-50 covers a night to 250-350 is a monster jump and its here I learned that your fastest fast, just really isn't fast enough. I never once considered myself a quick worker by any means but this was a real eye opener. But it wasen't just the sheer speed and turnover that impressed me the most it was the dedication and care that the people had for their food. It didn't matter if we had a full board and more tickets coming in, every single dish put out was made to look "nice-nice" because if you didn't look at it and instantly want to eat it, what makes you think someone paying $25 for it is going to want to.

So I guess if it wasn't for the speed and dedication of Bricco, or the eye oping experiences at the first job in east windsor, or picking my high school to pursue culinary arts, or getting help from family, or even burning my hand on a cast iron pan before I could even read; if it wasn't for those things you probably wouldn't be reading this blog anyway, so I guess when it all comes down to why I went into cooking...

...Everything Happens For A Reason.

-R