I love to cook, and my idea of a good time has always been to have friends over for long, multi-course dinners. When they started asking for my recipes, my answer repeatedly was, there are no recipes. If you want to come watch while I cook, you can take notes, but I have nothing written down. Over the last 20 years, I have taught quite a few classes. I just loved cooking and showing others how easy it really could be to make something spectacular.
When I started the cooking school, I made a recipe booklet for each class. But it was missing the stories, the opinions and the traditions I had developed over years of traveling and cooking in Italy. My students told me I should be writing it all down, that I should share my knowledge with everyone who wanted to listen.
I had been thinking of writing a cookbook for a while—my only reservation was that it needed to be my book, in my voice, with what I wanted to say. For me, it wasn’t so much about the recipes, they could stand on their own if need be; it was more about the process of learning to cook.