I’ve been doing this community education thing all wrong. I’ve always taken classes that require a serious intellectual commitment — French, investing, Java programming, classical music appreciation… even ballroom dancing and knitting, when attempted after an 8-hour work day, made my brain hurt. But I never questioned it, because that’s what school is supposed to be: Personal enrichment through mental anguish.
But last night, I took a community education class that only enriched my stomach, because we spent 2 hours studying this:
Prosciutto, paté, sausage, and head cheese! That’s right, I majored in Charcuterie, and I minored in Champagne. I learned many things… like for how long one must boil a pig’s head to harvest the meat for head cheese (all day long), and that pork belly is suitable for deep frying because it won’t absorb the oil (how could it?), and that most people don’t find it strange to serve beer with salad (freaks).
Get a load of this syllabus:
I totally flunked the pork sandwich. I might have to repeat the class…
