As a child, I despised going to the grocery store. Walking down over-lit aisles scouting for sales was not my idea of a fun Saturday morning. With time, the grocery store grew on me. But it wasn’t until I moved to Austin that I learned what it meant to be really excited to set foot in a supermarket.
The moment I walked through the doors of Central Market, I knew I was encountering a small corner of Mecca. The bulk bins towered. There were samples of fine cheese. I lost count of the number of mushroom varieties, and the bottles of kombucha shone like jewels in a refrigerated treasure chest!
I’m almost embarrassed to admit that–despite my love of this local grocery palace–it has taken me more than three years to investigate one of Central Market’s best offerings: its cooking school. So when I was offered the opportunity to take a class, I bit in with gusto. [Read more…]
