First Day Butterflies

In twenty minutes I have to go downstairs and start my first day at Villa Maiella. I wonder what I will have to do, I expect the worst, peeling potatoes and chopping onions. When I spoke to Chef Tinari's son Arcangelo last night he assured me that his parents believe in actually teaching the stagisti (stage-ists) useful skills and techniques. I can't wait to learn how to debone a lamb, Arcangelo said that they usually use about six lambs a week and they do all their own butchering on site. This place also cures their own salumi and makes fresh pasta every day. I can't wait to start learning! Better go finish getting ready.

Wish me luck.

Stage At Last

Somehow I have finally made it to my stage.

The restaurant, Villa Maiella, is in a tiny town named Guardiagrelle that's nestled between snow-capped mountains and the Adriatic sea. It is absolutely gorgeous here, very rustic, exactly what you would picture a small Italian village to look like. The building the restaurant is in also houses a small hotel, only about fourteen rooms. Contrary to what I had originally though I will not be staying with the Tinari family for the duration of my stage I have been given a room at the hotel. It's a nice room, pretty big, two twin beds and a bathroom. There's a little t.v. too but I don't think I will be watching much of the local cable, but thankfully there is free wi-fi. I've been on my computer pretty much since I got here, there's not much else to do. I think I am the only person in the hotel and have been on my own all day. Chef Tinari came a couple of hours ago and we spent a little while talking and he showed me some pictures, but after a while he had to get back to work and I've been awkwardly hanging out alone in my room since then. I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing and I am starting to get really bored. I have also grown very hungry and have been sustaining myself off of complimentary hotel candies and tap water....I'm pretty sure I will be dead in the next 30 minutes of a sugar overdose. I hope this is not how it is going to be my whole time here, but only time will tell.

Pescara

Here I finally am, in the grey and misty seaside city of Pescara. I've rented a hotel room for the night so that I can get to Villa Maiella early tomorrow, after all it is my first day and I can't wait to get settled in.
I've never gotten a hotel room by myself. With all the traveling I have done I have never had to book a hotel, get to it, or stay the night alone. I'm not nervous, I already did a tour of the city and it seems like a really interesting place, nice restaurants and shops filled with sleek euro-style clothing. I walked the ten minute walk to the beach as soon as I got here, completely undeterred by the gusting winds, gray skies, or spitting rain. It has been a long time since I've seen the ocean and I couldn't pass up an opportunity.
I love exploring new places. I kind of like that I'm here alone, it gives me time and space to think and to reflect on the journey I have already been on up to this point.
Very soon I am going to get dressed for dinner and head out to eat dinner alone, something I've never done and have always wanted to do. I hope I find a nice little place that's open, after all it is Sunday and almost everything closes in Italy on Sunday. So I suppose I had better get moving...

I AMsterdam

I may be getting old, or perhaps my moral compass finally points in the right direction but Amsterdam is a freaking crazy city!

Since school ended all of us have been in need of a well-deserved break from each other. Most of us went away for the interim week between school and stage, some went out of the country, most escaped to little known corners of Italy. For example Ura went solo to London to meet up with some friends and drown himself in St.Patricks' Day beers, our good friends James and Erin both went to a hideaway in Cinqueterre on the Ligurian coast.
Pete, Tony, Chris, and I however took it upon ourselves to really unwind and relax for four days in the beautiful dis-functional city of Amsterdam. This place is probably one of the most fucked up places I have ever seen. It was like falling through the looking glass into this a quaint little Dutch town that looks like it got overrun by a unruly band of beer-guzzling and pot-smoking pirates. They sailed into to town and started setting up shop one street at a time, unloading upon this unsuspecting village of rosy-cheeked blond children wearing clogs all the horrors of sea-faring life: sex, drugs, and good beer.
I spent the entirety of my trip to Amsterdam in a daze, brought on by a combination of weed smoke and disbelief. I couldn't navigate my way around this place if my life depended on it, it was to me a labrynth of alleyways and canals all of which just became a blur, a merry-go-round of black latex and doughnut stores.
Oh yes, where there are stoners there are munchie joints. If you have a problem with self-control, of any kind, do not go to Amsterdam. My biggest vice is obviously food, and here is where Amsterdam and I ran into a problem. I have already been griping about my weight gain since Italy, armed with determination I was prepared to go into stage in "skinny mode", you know, low carbs and all that healthy mumbo jumbo. Unfortunately that was thrown out the window the second I got a load of what Amsterdam had to offer. This place has figured out how to get as much money from a bunch of stoned tourists as possible, they just put a food stand that sells pizza, loaded hotdogs, waffles with chocolate sauce, doughnuts, and ice cream right next door to a coffee shop filled with high kids. bingo! There's the million dollar idea!
There is every type of food, at all hours, and it is everywhere! I got my fix of all things Asian on this trip with a dinner of Indian, Thai and Chinese; a welcome break from my Italian culinary tour. Everything I ate in Amsterdam was phenomenal, whether or not it had anything to do with the pot...I don't really care.
We did do more than just ate and smoked, we also saw a good amount of the city. We walked clear across the city to get to the Van Gogh museum and spent two hours in there staring awestruck at the walls. This museum was set up unlike any other I have been to, it was set up so that the visitor progresses through Van Gogh's work the same way he did, from his earliest and most basic compositions to his later years when he fully established his style and love for primary colors. They also threw in some works from a few of Van Goghs' contemporaries such as Monet, which was a real treat.After the museum we strolled on over to the Heineken museum and saw the factory and drank some beers. The Heineken is truly better over there and the museum was so much fun, a really great interactive experience.

To be honest though, I was just fine leaving Amsterdam. The city was great, I didn't see a sex show or talk to any hookers, but I think that's alright just the same. I smoked a lot and ate my face off, saw a cool new city and managed to get out of there alive and somewhat unscathed.

Amsterdam was a wild time. I can't wait to get back there someday

The Last Day

Today was our last day at ALMA. It passed like any other, we were in central kitchen for lunch service. Craig, Erin, Pasquale, Henry, and Myself were on Secondi and spent the day making tripe and stuffed cabbage. Service went off without a hitch and once again Chef Bruno was proud of us. After kitchen the advanced Italian class had to meet with Giulia our Italian language teacher for one last lesson. It was almost torture because we all knew we were so close to the end of the day. The hour and half finally past and we were joined by the rest of the class for a farewell meeting with Chef Bruno, Francesca, Candita (an administration lady), the president and vice president of ALMA, Giulia, our wine teacher Matteo and our history teacher Stefano. They all went around and said many sweet and complimentary things about our class, the most touching were from Chef Bruno because we had all become very fond of him over the last few weeks and it seems he shared the sentiment. Both Matteo and Stefano advised us to stay passionate, and to continue tasting and learning everything possible.

It was a very nice ceremony, followed by prosecco and salumi, in true Italian fashion.

Stage

So this past week we found out where we will all be going for stage. For those who don't know, a stage is like an internship for chefs, you go to a restaurant and learn as much as you can and work your ass off for free. It's a great mutually beneficial situation, both for the young stagist and the executive chef. The chef gets free, usually well-trained and enthusiastic labor, and the student gets to learn from a master without being afraid of getting fired or embarrassing themselves.

For my stage I will be heading to Abruzzo, a region on the Adriatic coast in the southern part of Italy. I will be working for Chef Giuseppe ("Peppino") Tinari, a Michelin star chef with a farm-to-table restaurant.

www.villamaiella.it

I can't wait, it should be an incredible experience.

Firenze

Florence is a magical place. I had spent some time there before but when I went back this last time I felt like I was at home. This past weekend I went back to Florence with Peter, a newbie to the city and had the pleasure of showing him around and introducing him to the wonders and twists of the Florentine alleyways. The best thing about this city is that every part of it is a museum simply because the achitecture of the city is still rooted in its rennaissance past. Each corner and alleyway is an introduction to some other beautiful cityscape or historic building. Florence is the explorers dream. Peter and I decided to take this as a solo trip seeing as the rest of the group had made their own plans or had made no plans to stay in Colorno. So Pete and I decided to revisit one of my most treasured places in Italy. Florence is definitely over-run with Americans, ,myself unfortunately being one of them, however, I am certain that Pete and I behaved ourselves in a manner fitting of respectful and knowledgeable tourists. We are in fact living in this country nad therefore respectful of its cultural nuances.

We started our day on Friday, missing school to get to Florence early in the day, early enough to check into our hotel and get the lay of the land. We did a quick tour of the central part of the city, I showed him where the leather markets were and where the Mercato Centrale would be tomorrow morning during opening hours. We decided to go to sushi for our first lunch in Florence and although it sounds sacreligious is was just what we wanted. No offense to anyone but we were both sick of Italian food and were in dire need of some sushi in our lives, so we indulged. After sushi we went once again through the leather markets until we were exhausted and went back to the hotel for a well-deserved siesta nap. After our nap we went in search of a traditional Tuscan trattoria for dinner and that was precisely what we found, this place was small, friendly and had big portions of traditional tustan fair that would satisfy any appetite. We ordered a mixed crostini plate that included my personal favorite, the chicken liver pate crostini. We then shared a plate of papardelle and boar ragout. From there we moved on to the secondi which were incredible. Peter got traditional Osso Bucco and I ordered a veal bistecca all fiorentina. Both dishes were rustic and simple but bursting with flavor. After dinner we called it a night, both of us had become exhausted after our large meal and decided to hit the sack. After all, we had a lot of exploring to do in the morning.Morning came too quickly but we were up and out of the hotel in record speed. The first stop on our adventure was the Mercato Centrale, the biggest food market in Tuscany. This place is humongous, and filled with a hundred food vendors selling everything from fish and meat to pastries, bread, pasta, oils and vinegars, dried fruit, fresh fruit, salumi, wine, and spices.
It is definitely worth visiting if you find yourself in Florence. One of the hidden treasures of the Mercato is this sandwich place, it is the only vendor in the building that actually sells prepared food and there is usually a line. They have been around since the 1700's and sell the best roasted and broiled meat sandwiches ever! I insisted that Pete and I each get one for breakfast and he didn't quite understand why until he saw the guy slicing paper thin strips of fatty, juicy hot beef onto a crispy roll and then smothering it with harissa and a "salsa verde" that I still can't figure out. For whatever reason these ingredients come together to make the best sandwich I've ever had, seriously, and I'm from New York.
After the Mercato we switched into shopping mode and trolled the leather markets that Florence is so famous for. The streets smelled lovely as the wafting smell of leather filled every corner. Peter bought a leather jacket, of course, and I made off with a gorgeous leather purse. After shopping we went to see the Duomo and spent quite a while taking pictures and marveling at the architecture. Next on our list of things to do was to go and see The David. Peter had never been to a museum before and this was a really good one. After seeing David it was lunch time, and once again we indulged our love of Asian food with some of the best Chinese I have ever had outside of the U.S. I have to admit that after such a large lunch we were tempted to go back to the hotel and sleep it off, however we trucked on and we went to see the Ponte Vecchio and marvel at all the gorgeous jewelry store window displays.
After we had walked up and down the bridge we went to the Uffizzi Gallery to see some more priceless works of art. The Birth of Venus always takes my breath away and I could've stayed in there for hours, unfortunately the museum was closing and we had to leave after about an hour and a half. It was for the best though because we planned to go out that night.

After a quick shower and change we were out on the town for a long night of dancing at a discoteque. By morning the weather had turned and we left Florence in a cold rainy mess. It was sad to leave, I don't know when I will find myself back there again nor do I know when I will have a chance to have a weekend away from work again now that my career is starting, but it was a great time nonetheless.