Disk for Tortellini

“Bologna is a big old town where the feasting never stops,” said a fellow who went there now and then to dine with friends. The hyperbole in this sentence is based on a truth, one that might well be put to advantage by a philanthropist wishing to link his name to a new public work for the glory of Italy. I am speaking of the need for a culinary institute, or cooking school, to which Bologna would lend itself better than other city, given its excellent cuisine and its citizens’ passion for eating well. No one, apparently, wants to pay to much attention to eating, and the reason is easy to understand. But then, leaving hypocrisy aside, everybody readily complains about a bad dinner or about indigestion due to badly prepared food. Nourishment being life’s primary need, it is certainly reasonable to take care of this need and satisfy it in the best manner possible.