The cooking class, a private one. Just me and the one I asked to cook with me, to invite me kind of to her secret garden, her recipes, her ultimate way to feed her kids everyday and come with ideas again and again. That's in fact where things go wrong, were I loose my confidence in myself, while running out of ideas. Italian food is full of temptation and that's what we need to overcome the small moments of hesitation, to think about'not cooking at all today'. Allergy wise it's perfect. The parade of plates is eternal, it brings back memories from the eternal city and it recalls the summers in France when the Italian Pastor cooked for our hole family. Some discipline to gain back. New ideas about vegetables and to rediscover that cooking together is a tremendous pleasure even if you hardly know each other.