A cookery school and some amazing restaurants transport Harriet Green and her family to foodie raptures
We walk into the massive kitchen and Aldo, the chef, announces that he can tell at a glance who does the cooking at home. Hes not talking about me. My husband exudes calm, Aldo says. He has, it seems, the look of someone who can stand the heat. Stung by this, Im determined to prove Aldo wrong, and outshine my husband.
Eggs are not used in Puglian pasta. We add water, little by little, until we have firm dough (think Play-Doh), roll it into thin snakes, snip it into tiny pieces. Then Aldo shows us the rapid movement necessary to shape the ears a thumb print and a little flick. Women in the regions capital, Bari, turn this movement into a kind of street theatre, pressing out hundreds of ears every minute to sell to hungry tourists.
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