I Love Donuts...

I woke up this lovely Italian Wednesday morning to the smell of monstrously strong espresso and to the sound of an explosion in the sky, it randomly started pounding rain...for all of five seconds. Ahh how that reminded me of home, the Arizona monsoons that come and go in bursts. In any case, I woke up to my roommate Lauren laughingly telling me that I was making strange noises in my sleep and rolling around, definitely not my M.O...I usually stay in the same spot all night, but she says I must've had some good dreams last night...and she knows why.

So do I. And I'm betting it's Donuts.


Let me explain before you jump to conclusions and just label me a Krispy Kreme fanatic and a fatty...don't get me wrong that's all fine and good, but the Donuts I speak of is on a whole other level...

Last night my roommate and I had our night class which was Wine and Culture: Wines of Italy aka a wine tasting class, sounds amazing right? The answer of course is YES, beyond fantastic. Two and a half hours of pure love. 

My story begins: The room we were in had two long tables with wine glasses and saltine  crackers set in front of each chair. As we all sat down, introduced ourselves, and talked about getting wonderfully smashed in class, our professor stood with his back to us in the door frame chatting with some other guys. Now this was quite the nice view because immediately it was evident that our professor A) had a nice ass and is built, B) is incredibly tan and C) is wearing a bathing suit and a beanie so obviously he is very chill. The only debate that was going around the tables at that point was whether he was going to be hot, we just had to wait for him to turn around. This was openly debated of course, I mean Lorenzo de' Medici is a great University here and all, but the women to male ratio is about 20:1 so seeing an attractive young male would definitely make the class a bit more entertaining. And at first when he did turn, nothing earthshattering happened, he was alright, but the one hilarious feature on his tan italian face was the soul patch, yes my professor was fully rocking that.


In broken Italian/English he introduced himself as Donato, which sounds like the American donuts, so we can call him that if we want because he thought it was funny. So professor Donuts is already cracking us up with his stories of getting wasted at wine festivals, with his intensely expressive features, and the way he searched for English words. I thought it was a riot. 


We ended up taking about four pages of notes, and he jumped right into lecturing about the fermentation process, different types of grapes, how wines are rated and labeled in Italy, and the regions a few good wines come from. The best part of course as he rambled on, in mid-sentence he would randomly exclaim that he was bored and would disappear out of the room, only to reappear with a bottle of wine, bust it open and send it around the room for us to drink and share. This happened about 4 times. The first time was the best because he walked back in telling us that it was his birthday so he had some special, sparkling wine that he was going to drink tonight but decided to share with us, so immediately we toasted, "Cin Cin!" (Cheers!), to Donuts' birthday. He probably was all of 31.


In any case, I learned already more in that class than any of my other ones, and it was by far the most entertaining. He showed us how to smell the wine, swirl it and decipher the alcohol percentage by watching the "legs" or streaks of wine fall down the sides of the glass after swirling, and how to make sure each taste bud on our tongue absorbs all of the wino flavor! 


Basically I was inspired, I love Italy so much already, I know for a fact that I love the wine industry and the subtleties of it, I know that if all else fails in life I have a for sure fallback. I will move to Italy and start a vineyard up or a wine company, hell maybe I should just do that in California. I was enthralled. It didn't help that I became endeared to my professor more and more as the class went on, so by the end he became a bonafide italian hottie in my eyes. 


What can I say, I love Donuts, and I love wine. 

The kicker to all of this was of course that he invited us to befriend him on facebook, and of course Lauren and I check him out after dinner last night, and in his outrageously inappropriate profile pic my professor is walking out of the ocean in a speedo, baywatch style. HILARIOUS. I don't know why in the world he would tell us to befriend him if he knew we would see that but ohhh well!


Well the sun has come out again and I have my first cooking class (taught in Italian, eeeek!) in a few hours. I'm off to make some more espresso with Beatrice but more to come...


Ciao for now,
Jessica