Nothing new under the Tuscan sun: It must have been during the early 1960s when my mother made me accompany her to a Southern Living cooking school session. We sat in the rafters of a 4,000 seat auditorium. I still can’t figure out why she made me go with her. Eating I’m good at, but cooking’s never been my forte. Maybe I was sick and out of school and Southern Living coming to town was too big a deal for her to miss.
Anyway, I thought of that god-awful afternoon when I saw this piece about cooking events being the hot idea in 2003 for Food Magazines.