August 19, 2010 4 Comments
Last week we had a new student join our German class at Pro-Log, Berlin. We all had to re-introduce ourselves for her benefit, we did the rounds and when it was her turn, she said:
“Ich heisse Rebecca, ich bin italienish und ich bin kochin.” (My name is Rebecca, I am Italian and a chef).
My ears pricked right up at that one and when we had our 15 minute break I perched on the seat next to her and started chatting away. We arranged to visit Wittenbergplatz Market (last week) and Winterfeldtplatz Market (this week) after which she invited me over to show me how to make ravioli.
The minute we entered her cheerful pink kitchen, her pace changed, she began to move with purpose – setting her ingredients down with swift precision.
“Wow, she must be a pro.” I thought. “So how many times have you made ravioli?” I tentatively asked.
“Ravioli? Well, probably 3 times…”
“Hey that is as many times as me!” I thought.
“…a week.” she finished.