Cooking Lesson in Modena

If you want to learn how to make pasta, Modena is the place to go!

I have tried to make pasta numerous times, and had even invested in a pasta, roller and pasta cutter too attached to my KitchenAid. Every time I try to make pasta it has been an epic fail.

One night when we were in Modena, I could not sleep. My jet lag had caught up to me, and I was wide awake at 3 am. This was early on Sunday morning. Monday was Halloween and in Italy that means Tuesday, November 1, is All Saints Day. My understanding is a lot of businesses would be closed. Planning our vacation, I purposely left Monday and Tuesday open because I did not know what the environment would be like during a back- to-back holiday situation.

My husband is usually game for anything that I want to do so while I laid in bed, I decided to search and see if I could find a cooking class. I found exactly what I was looking for! To cook with a local, or as they are called in Italy a cesarine, in her kitchen.

What the heck is a cesarine?

According to the Le Cesarine website:

“Le Cesarine is a network of local people from over 120 towns and cities all over Italy. Today there are over 800 “Cesarine”, (a term derived from a Romagnolo expression meaning ‘ruler of the kitchen’) expert cooks that organize culinary events of all sizes in their own homes for people who would like to experience Italy’s ‘forgotten flavours’. 

They are guardians of their culinary heritage, working with the goal of providing authentic experiences and gastronomic excellence.

The Cesarine are carefully selected to showcase the best of Italy. They are driven by an authentic passion for traditional cuisine and wish to preserve and share their knowledge by welcoming curious food lovers into their own homes.

Each Cesarina creates their own unique Taste Experience to reflect their regional cuisine, and to encourage awareness of traditional Italian recipes. Not only do the Cesarine offer dining experiences, they also organize cooking courses, cooking shows and bespoke events in your accommodation”.

Sounds like this is right up my alley.

Booked it!

On Sunday morning, I told Scot about my early morning deep dive on the Internet and what I found. He was totally fine with what my plans were on Monday and I was very excited that he was up for this adventure.

Monday morning at 10:30 and we met our Cesarine, Raffa, outside of a local church. She rode up on her bike with a beautiful basket like something out of a movie. Scot looked at me and smiled as he knew my heart is fluttering with excitement.

Raffa asked what I wanted to make. I told her anything was fine with me. She insisted that I decide what I wanted to make. I told her that I wanted to learn how to make my favorite food so far in Italy. This was Tortellini in Brodo and Tagliatelle. Perfect! She already had the ragu cooking back at her place. Let’s go to the market and get the rest of the ingredients.

The Market

There is some thing that Europe has going for it, that the United States is just missing out on. The food culture! Extending from the markets all the way to the regional foods and the respect that the tradions are given amazes me. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my Trader Joe’s, and Costco, but there is nothing like walking into a market and getting fresh ingredients directly from the purveyor. I love a farmers market, but very rarely, will you find a city that has a farmers market open on a daily basis.

All of the cities and towns in Italy, have these small markets. It helps prevent the need for preservatives in their foods and also they use the freshest ingredients and trust me, it makes a difference. The difference isn’t just with the taste but also how our bodies react to the food.

We had to get fresh eggs for the pasta, ground prosciutto and mortadella for the tortellini filling, and the capon, beef and beef bone for the brodo. We also need Parmesan cheese, but of course she would have that already in her kitchen.

Walking through a market is one of my favorite things to do. Just listening to the sounds, seeing the bright, beautiful fruits and vegetables, and listening to the conversations fills my soul.

We got most of the ingredients, but Raffa needed to stop at her butcher on the way home. She gave Scot and I her address and said she would meet us there. So off we went to find Raffas apartment.

In Raffa’s Kitchen

Walking up the stairs to her apartment was something out of a movie. I turned to Scot and asked “can we move here”?  His response was “Sure, if we win the lottery, we can get a house in Modena”. He’s always so supportive of my dreams.

While her apartment was not huge it was filled with cozy nooks and tons of memories. I loved it! She was very efficient at how her kitchen was set up with a spot for everything. Her kitchen was open to her dining room and she did a lot of preparation on her dining room table.

Raffa pulled out to huge boards and rolling pins and set Scot and I up to start making pasta. We put the flour down and made a well in the middle. I cracked the beautiful eggs into the center of the well. As they broke open sharing their bright orange yellow yolks I got choked up. I had never seen yolks this color!

We slowly started to incorporate the flour as we mix the eggs it seems so easy! Is it because we’re in Italy or is it because I just never did it right before?

Once we got the dough to the right bouncy consistency we put some olive oil on it and wrapped in saran wrap. Now we wait. While Scot and I were working on our dough she had started the brodo in her kitchen. (See the recipes below).

She shared with me the instructions on how to make her ragu, the brodo, the tortellini filling. She had me grate the Parmesan as she answered my thousand questions about all things, Italian food.

The hour that we needed to let the dough rest came to an end and now it was time to roll out the pasta. Scot’s dough was a little dryer so she chose to cut that for the tag with tagliatelle. 

The dough that I made was a little bouncy her so she chose to use that to make the tortellini. She cut the Joe and started to put little dots of the filling all over it. She showed me how to fold it from corner to corner like a triangle and then wrap it around my pinky to make a little tortellini. Scot’s hands were way too big to be dealing with this delicate pasta so he filmed me while I did it. I was making tortellini! I was so excited.

Ora di Mangiare (time to eat)

Raffa opened a bottle of Lambrusco because after all we were in Modena. They drink Lambrusco there like it’s Coca-Cola and I wasn’t mad about it. She served us tortellini and brodo and I literally started to cry. I could not believe that I was cooking in Italy with my husband and this beautiful soul, my new friend Raffa. It tasted so incredibly comforting. I was so excited to have been a part of creating this meal. Then we had the tagliatelle with ragu. It was just as good as the brodo.

She had made a cherry pie prior to our arrival and we had a small slice of that for dessert. It was now 3 o’clock in the afternoon and we needed to let her go.

Heart is so full

Of all the time that I was in Italy, these were probably my favorite six hours. Scot and I strolled back across the city to our hotel, and with stomachs and hearts that were full of love and pasta, we lay down to take a nap as I heard the bells ring across the city, I fell asleep dreaming of more tortellini.