EXPAT FOODIE: OF FAKE MOZZARELLA AND TRUE LOVE

by Miss Footloose

Mozzarella Girls

Do you love mozzarella?ย  I mean real mozzarella?

If youโ€™re not a lucky expat living in Italy, have you ever had the good fortune of visiting the Naples area and been introduced to mozzarella di bufala?ย  Well, then youโ€™ll know that the stuff that passes for mozzarella available in supermarkets in the US and the rest of Europe, locally produced from cowโ€™s milk, is nothing but an insipid, bland, flavorless, dull, vapid, lifeless imitation of the Real Thing. A travesty! Iโ€™m sorry, but thatโ€™s just how I feel about it.

The Real Thing is made from the milk of the domestic water buffalo, and theyโ€™ve got such bovines in Italy.ย  Iโ€™ve seen the beasts up close, wallowing in muddy water, because that is what they like.ย  I saw them when I visited a mozzarella dairy in Campania once and it was fascinating to see how they made the cheese in a pristine dairy just feet away from the big wallowing beasts.

You could purchase these fresh soft white lumps of cheese in the shop right there.ย  You could also buy a luscious lump on a soft bread roll and eat it on the spot with a cafรจ to go along with it. Available also was buffalo yogurt, buffalo ricotta and so on.

The owner of the caseificio was strolling around the place, surveying his kingdom.ย  He was gorgeous, and did not at all look like his buffaloes.ย  He was tall and clean, with long, wavy dark hair, just like a Harlequin hero โ€“ be still my heart. He was wearing jeans and an open-necked white shirt, not tucked in, with the sleeves rolled up, very Italianish.

One day I was introduced to another owner of a dairy that produced mozzarella.ย  A very nice man, if not Harlequin hero material.ย  And would you believe, some months later he offered my prince the job of managing his dairy.ย  Wouldnโ€™t you just think Iโ€™d jump for joy?ย  Imagine, a fresh supply of mozzarella whenever I wanted it!

Well, this dairy was not located in Italy, but in a small isolated town in the mountains of Armenia, a long haul away from the capital of Yerevan (where we were living at the time), a town not exactly a sophisticated metropolis itself.

And the mozzarella they produced in that dairy in the mountains, Iโ€™m sorry to say, was the fake stuff.ย  Made from cowโ€™s milk.ย  Not that my husband cared.ย  Heโ€™s a business man, and if people will buy the cow-milk stuff, thatโ€™s fine by him.ย  Business is business.ย  However, taking that management job was not the career move he was looking for, and even if it was a dream job, it was not a dream location.ย  You might wonder why not, looking at the photo below.ย  Yes, the town is located amid stunning mountainous scenery, is a beloved place for Armenians to go vacationing, and for the outdoorsy types itโ€™s a great area for hiking.

Photo by Thomas Frederick | Flickr | CC

But live there?ย  Itโ€™s an isolated place with few if any foreigners and making friends with the local people is not something done in a couple of months.ย  Itโ€™s a long, if scenic, trek to Yerevan, and for all practical purposes, our social life would die an instant death.ย  And in the winter . . . . well, you might not be able to get out of town just any day because of the snow in the mountains and the hazardous driving conditions.ย  My mate was well aware that for me especially this was not going to be an ideal life if he took the job, which he was not ready to do.ย  So he declined.

โ€œIโ€™d lose my wife,โ€ he told the mozzarella man.

โ€œNo problem,โ€ said the mozzarella man, โ€œweโ€™ll find you another one.โ€

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Youโ€™ll understand, dear reader, that I was quite worried when my mate told me this story when he came home that night (carrying a bag full of fake mozzarella.)ย  Wouldnโ€™t you think that the offer of a new wife along with a new job would be tempting for a globetrotting man with an adventurous spirit?

โ€œSo, how did you respond to that?โ€ I asked, trying to sound casual.ย  I have my pride,ย  you know.

โ€œI told him, โ€˜Iโ€™ve had her for so long, Iโ€™d better keep her.โ€™โ€

So, I think Iโ€™ll keep him, too.ย  And buy him one of those sexy, white Italian shirts.

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Do you have a cheese story?ย  Or a true love story?ย  Or an Italian story?ย  Or any kind of story?ย  Entertain me.ย  I’m easy

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Oh my – this is hilarious! My mouth is watering now… oh, for some REAL mozzarella!

You cracked me up. I’m glad that your better half has his priorities right.

I love mozzarella, but would sometimes prefer to forget that it comes from hairy buffalos. They’re just not what I regard as a foodsource!

I’ve got jet lag and you’re making me laugh. You know how dangerous that is? You’re just too much for me, but I love reading your stories, so please keep entertaining us.

I don’t have any cheese stories. But boy, have you got me wanting a mozzarella sandwich!

I’ve had buffalo mozzarella at an Italian restaurant in Melbourneโ€”delicious. I’m also a fan of fior di latte, made from cows milk but it’s so creamy and fresh. Cheese is my passion and antipasto platters are my life.

I also have a true love story on my website ๐Ÿ™‚

Yes, fake mozzarella is awful. Loved the tale – and the photo.

Aly

Haha, I loved this story. It’s a very good thing your husband didn’t trade you, especially since there is a good chance he might have ended up with a water buffalo.

I am sad that I have not experienced real mozzarella; that is a tragedy. But, I have experienced real llama cheese (it is fun to say, not fun to eat).

Most of those farms our found in Southern Italy, but I went to one that was in Northern Italy, near Ferrara. Great looking beasts, lovely and cute calves, horrid horrid smell, old and decrepit milking stall and fantastic yummy mozzarella. No harlequin farmer though, we had to wait until the pecorino farm for that. He didn’t have any sheep though, he brought in all the sheep’s milk from other farmers.

Great story.

Did you know that in Opende (Groningen) of all places, lives an Italian who has a herd of water buffallo(s) and makes the real Mozzarella di Bufala? Delish! And very fresh.

What I’d like to know is, have you met many men who look like Harlequin material? Yes, I’d rather talk about good-looking chaps rather than
cheese ๐Ÿ™‚

My cheese stories aren’t as good as yours but I was surprised, in my early travels to Mexico, by how many different cheeses they have here. To the uninitiated, they all look the same: white with a Spanish name. But the taste and texture is very different. It’s no wonder, I told myself, that Mexicans in the USA laugh when they see our orange cheddar on Mexican food. “That’s not cheese!” one said to me. Now I know why.

Doris, the Boomer Travel Coach

You tell the best stories!

edj

My man got so many propositions when we were in Mauritania! Everyone wanted him to take a second wife. When he pointed out that I might have something to say about it, the typical response was “then don’t tell her!”
sigh…I love cheese…

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