Running to the nearest pizzeria

This is the holiday that really makes me miss America, but at least I have a giant mustache to keep me happy. Happy Halloween from Italy!

Me and the chef

I turn 30 a week from today! I have managed to accomplish a lot of items on my bucket list, but I don’t think I’ll manage to do everything by next Sunday. But let’s focus on the successes. I’m very behind in this blog and will start with my early birthday present from the Italian boy, a cooking class in Milan!

We went to Teatro 7 to take a cooking class in pork. Kind of random, I know. I thought about taking something with sauces or pasta, but I realized that I can be a pretty good cook with those things when I have a recipe. I wanted to challenge myself and do something totally out of my element. Namely pork. Something I NEVER cook.

Can you tell by my expression I'm not comprehending anything?

I have gotten more confidence in my Italian comprehension, but made the Italian boy come with me to be my translator. Good thing I did, because I completely overestimated my abilities in Italian. It was hard. I was lost. But I learned a valuable lesson- when you need a translator, bring someone who will stay interested in the subject being translated. The Italian boy kept getting bored and when I asked him what was just said, he’d respond “I wasn’t listening.” Fantasico.

Teatro 7 is in an area of Milan that scares me at night, and our class was almost entirely middle-aged men. Not exactly what I expected, but it was pretty fun. The school has a nice kitchen and we were able to eat everything we helped make. The side of the school facing the street is entirely made of glass, so random people passing by would stop to watch and give us a thumbs up on our cooking. At least we made for a good show!

The results

The class was pretty interesting, even if I only knew what was being said 25% of the time. We basically assisted the chef in making 2 different pork dishes. I managed to learn a few things, despite the language barrier, and learned how to use chestnuts in cooking.

So my cooking class in Italy is off my list. Stay tuned to see what else I can accomplish in 7 days time… this is going to be a hectic week!

My Italian life in pictures

In NYC, we have something I like to call “ninja mice”. The mice in that city are insanely smart and can avoid any trap imaginable. I’ve seen mice climb between 2 walls, jump a distance of 3 feet, and move across an entire room with all four of it’s feet stuck in a glue trap. W.T.F.

I thought I’d be safe from ninja mice in Italy, but I found something worse. Italian mosquitoes.

Milan has a RIDICULOUS mosquito population. It’s worse than the tropics. Plus, the mosquitoes are the size of quarters, and you can actually FEEL them bumping into you because they are so enormous.

This summer was awful, and I was so thankful I was able to move to Amsterdam to escape them for a while. These “ninja mosquitoes” were impossible to kill, and would hide up in our 18-foot ceilings until we went to bed, then would relentlessly attack us all night long. Awful.

Why am I writing about this summertime problem at the end of October? Because it’s not over!! It’s 48 degrees in Milan and I have been getting attacked by mosquitoes for the past 3 nights. I keep killing them, thinking they are done with, but more keep arriving. I don’t know when it’s going to end. How cold does it have to be to finally KILL these things? No one told me about Italian mosquitoes… if you’re thinking about moving here, consider how it would feel to be attacked every day by mosquitoes for 9 months straight. You may want to reconsider.

Thank goodness I’m going to Paris today to visit my brother on a business trip. I’ll be safe until Friday!