“Such a beautiful young lady!” exclaimed Mara as she greeted my wife and I. “Where’s my husband, Terenzio? He’s my translator. My English is not so good.” I looked around the Tuscan kitchen with its brick archways, stone counters, and copper pots and thought, “This is what I came for.” Many of the other culinary programs we researched taught in restaurant kitchens. So much of my life is spent eating rushed meals...

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