This was my daughter's slow food group at the culinary school in Italy last summer. She is at this very minute avoiding homework by practicing some of what she learned there. Aren't we the lucky ones? My girl is the bright light in the middle, the one without her chef hat. I love all the gleaming spoons and sieves and spatulas hanging overhead like ornaments. Who knew I would have a child who loves cooking? Growing up, I was the one who hid behind the garage with a book while the cooking was happening. I never would have guessed.