#12: Take a Cooking Lesson

On Friday night Kevin (my boyfriend for any of those who don't know me...or can't see the picture) and I attended a cooking class at Cookology. The experience was definitely worth having and we certainly had fun but, to be honest, there was nothing really "bloggable" about it. So if this starts to sound lame, just keep reading and the lameness will continue until the end.

The class we attended was aphrodisiac themed so we made seafood. Scientifically speaking none of the foods we made were true aphrodisiacs but all had reputations for being so. As our chef/instructor Ian Douglass pointed out, two kinds of foods are typically considered aphrodisiacs: any kind of booze and anything that looks sexual. Our dinner consisted of Blue Point oysters with a champagne vinaigrette, baked cod, asparagus with creamy leaks and of course white wine. Dessert was Sugar Dusted Fry Cakes with Decadent Chocolate Sauce (basically just donut holes with Mexican chocolate).

The class was pretty fun overall. None of the foods were things we couldn't make when we got there but we did learn some fun facts along the way. For instance, we both knew that we would be eating the oysters raw but we didn't know that meant that they were alive. That's right. Alive! Kevin said he ate a live bee once (well, he called it "mostly dead") as the result of a lost bet but, other than that, we had never eaten anything while it was alive.

We also learned the proper way to hold a chef's knife and that, regardless of age, it's funny to say, "Go shuck yourself."

Take A Cooking Lesson. CHECK!

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