Cold and damp, it's been lately. Pale, watery afternoon sunshine gives way to fog creeping up from the mighty Po. Thermometer registers 40 but body feels like -10. Call it humidity chill. (Is this what a bottle of well-cellared wine feels like?) Anyway. Outside Parma, the castle of Rocca di Soragna, complete with living prince, full name Diophebo Mello Lupi di Soragna. (Nice guy, goes hunting with yellow lab retriever, leaves for heli-skiing trip in British Columbia next month.)
That's right, the Drew Carey theme was about Parma, Ohio, wasn't it? Never mind. Parmigiano-Reggiano dairy not far from here. Pix tomorrow.
Ron, you are having way too much fun and I am
envious. Enjoy every minute and keep the fun
information coming.
Betty
Ronald, how much Reggiano can you smuggle back for me? A wheel? I'm getting sick of the "parm" they sell at the P.C.C., even though I find that it's a bargain compared to the real thing, and a thousand steps up from the Kraft 'parmesan" of my youth.
Cheers,
-Alex