If you read "Queen of the Sausages" then you know just where I stand on the topic of mortadella (firmly at its side), and so what better subject to kick off a new feature on the blog?
"Photo: Mister M" is an outlet for the vast number of JPEGs resting quietly, and largely unappreciated, on my desktops. Its frequency will be random; so will its subject matter.
Scroll the column on the right and you'll find Campo de' Fiori (for the next few days anyway; after that there will be a new pic). Like the (sepia-tinted) mortadella above, I came upon the outdoor market while in Rome where, thanks to my very wise friend Joe Brancatelli, I ate for ten days straight without having a single meal I wouldn't gladly eat again, and then again. (One day I should get Joe to write a guest column on eating your way through Roma without breaking the banca. Yeah, I outta get on that. Wonder where he stands on mortadella.)
Anyway, enough with the sausage. Enjoy the pics.
Sorry, couldn't resist.
UPDATE:
ReplyDeleteI have been informed by Joe B. that he does not stand with me on the mortadella issue.
I am saddened by this.
But he is still my friend.
mortadella sounds like it would translate into "of the dead"
ReplyDeletedr b.: This is from one of the sources I consulted:
ReplyDelete"The name for mortadella originates from the Latin words for myrtle (mirtatum) and mortar (mortario) and the sausage was made the same way up until the Middle Ages."
gratias
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