It’s always a good day when you can’t decide which of the mouthwatering delights in your kitchen you’re going to luxuriate in. Today was an exception though, as there were a few alien delights from Puglia in addition to the daily wonders from Sicily.
Burrata is a divine experience. It’s described as mozzarella with cream, with an outer layer of the former and a luxurious centre comprising both. This indulgent cheese is typically found in the Murgia subregion of Puglia. It’s best enjoyed with some fresh bread, ideally schiacciatella as found in Sicily.
Add to this wonderful mix some viagra! Yes, a spicy peperoncino based red pesto come salsa from Puglia that is called viagra. I tasted it apprehensively unsure what might happen next. Would I spend the remainder of the day in the throes of unavoidable passion? I looked over at my lunch companion and gave her the eye.
Both burrata and viagra go really well on bread but the latter also makes a fine pesto for your otherwise bland pasta. Looking into the fridge, I spotted a cotoletta di pollo, a delicious piece of breaded chicken, which tastes much better than it either sounds or looks. Fried on a non-stick pan without oil and sprinkled with fresh lemon juice, this can make you reassess your relationship with chicken.
I had taken the liberty of stocking up on local biological wine at the Sunday morning market and so was prepared for any eventualities. The salsa viagra/wine combination hit me. I was destined for good times!
At the market there were bio vegetables, fruit, cheese, pesto, tomato salsa and whatever else you could think of. A drunken foreigner (not me, another one!) hovered around the wine stall. He, like every drunk, wished to impart knowledge, wisdom known only to him. The wine vendor shook his head.
‘If you drink it every day and don’t eat, you become crazy!’
I had every intention of eating I assured him, as I selected from the glorious range he had on offer.
Now for lunch. Being a Sunday there was one more ingredient to fulfil the billing: Jazz. It should be mandatory every Sunday lunchtime, in my humble, partially drunk, and now festooned opinion. Buona domenica!
John P Brady writes fiction, articles and a blog about life in Italy, where he has chosen to make his home. His first book, a collection, entitled Back to the Gaff has been recently published by Roadside Fiction. It concerns the wild happenings in Dublin by night and documents the attitudes of the youth in modern Irish society. Keep up to date with his writing by subscribing:
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Back to the Gaff
Scandalous Narratives of Contemporary Ireland
Back to the Gaff is a book by new author John P Brady, which describes the excessive and outrageous nature of Irish night life. Meet an array of eccentric individuals who populate the bars of Dublin, living lives of decadence and abandon. Their frolics inevitably lead to a trip ‘back to the gaff,’ which in Dublin-speak means gravitating towards someone’s place of residence where the depravity continues.
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