When my travel partner suggested we try a Bali cooking school, my first though was, crap! I am not a chef, not even an aspiring one! It’s not that I can’t cook, (despite what my then-partner may have thought), quite the contrary. My divorce from the kitchen was a very amicable one. My partner at the time was a self-professed foodie with a cookbook collection that rivaled my ever-expanding shoe collection. I love to eat, and he loved to cook, so it was the formula for a happy partnership. And though the idea of cooking has never really excited me, I’ve always appreciated the art of a recipe, and the craftsmanship…