Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Una Montagna Appetibile!

 
 

 
 

Una Montagna Appetibile!

 
 

We have spent Valentine's Day weekend in the Veneto in a small town as we investigate a macelleria in yet another small town.

 
 

Tired by the prospect of trying to separate the story they are telling us from the things we see and the partial documentation of the facts we have at our disposal, we took a break.

 
 

And it turned out to be the best idea we've had in a while.

 
 

A4 off the Autostrada near Vicenza, leads to Asiago. Cheese! Delicious cheese. As is typical of most road signs, here, and even in the States where east is designated by Montauk Point and West by San Francisco, no matter where you are, we head for Asiago, not knowing what distance we have committed to.

 
 

Dear Husband says, it's up in the mountains. I don't know, I say sure. I just want to see me some cows.

 
 

 
 


 
 

So here we are in the land of Cheese. We didn't see any cows, but the butcher assures me they are safe and warm inside during the wintery weather.

 
 

 
 

This is one of the characteristics of this part of Italy that we are intrigued by, so close to the Alps, yet

Below, small prosperous towns suburbs to the bustle of the several Factories and Gold Industry near Vicenza.

 
 

Unfortunately we don't see a lot of apparent agriculture this time of the year amidst the newly built housing, but I have faith that during the summer it all changes when the burnt down looking fields will shout with the beautiful rustle of growing corn.

 
 


We are looking for proximity to the

Farms that will provide our animals and produce, but a community that can support a new butchershop and gastronomia.

 
 

This area seems to be a good fit. I am encouraged by the strong Slow Food Presence and the rumor that there are two Ferraris in every garage!

 
 

 
 

Back to the Cheese….

 
 


 
 

 
 

We found cheese, lots of it, bresaola di cavallo, bresaolo di manzo, Asiago Cheese, raw milk from a machine outside, tomato tartufo spread, porcini spread, lardo and speck. The Italians do love their pork and cured meats.


 
 

So it kind of felt like the States making an event out of grocery shopping, but the picnic and view afterwards felt like Italy.

 
 

 
 

Una montagna appetibile!

 
 

 
 


 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

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