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"Dirty
Socks," It's Not
SEPT.
8 PARMA Until now, my only knowledge
of the Italian city of Parma was of its more
well-known culinary exports, such as Chicken
Parmagiana and Parmesan cheese. In fact, since my
childhood, the latter has been known as "Dirty
Socks," a nickname given it by my father in
recognition of the cheese's strongly distinctive
smell. Though we've been here in Parma for less
than half of our seven-night stay, I can say with
authority that the "cucina Parmagiana" is a lot
more that just "dirty socks."
It's
a small town, rather quiet and peaceful by Italian
standards, according to Michelle. In fact, the
Frommers guidebook only has a few pages of
description on Parma. But among those pages, it
calls the small but charming city "one of the most
prosperous" of Italy, a claim supported by our
firsthand experience. As near as I can tell, the
area's chief industry is food, with prosciutto
being one of the main products.
Whatever
the case may be, the food is outstanding. Though my
father may disagree, I rate Italian cuisine above
even that of Paris (but food is such a subjective
affair). For my birthday, Michelle took me to
Ristorante La Greppia, where we enjoyed three
courses of delectable Parmesan dishes. Michelle
started with a creamy dollop of Parmesan cheese,
served with a wine-poached pear, while I enjoyed a
tender, sauteed serving of sturgeon. I continued
with a pasta with porcini mushrooms and prosciutto
in a cream sauce. For the main course, Michelle
savored a chicken breast in a wild berry & wine
cream sauce with mashed potatoes and fresh berries,
while I partook of a veal cutlet in a hearty sauce
a la Farnese (the one-time rulers of
Parma).
But
for now, I must close. I'm wasting valuable time
writing this, when I could be eating!
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