«Salame da sogno…»
«Salame da sogno…non avrei creduto possibile di trovarla fuori dall’Italia. Grazie!!» Translated: “Dream salami…I didn’t think it was possible to find this outside of Italy. Thank you!!”
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When this email showed up in our inbox we asked the sender for some background and this is what we got:
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“My love of Italy goes back a long time; I’ve spent time on-and-off in Florence since I was sixteen. I really miss Italy, as I love the food, people, culture, etc. I used to work with a bike touring company and we often rode through the Chianti area toward Siena. If you are familiar with Greve in Chianti, you probably know the Macelleria Falorni–che carni! I think the last time I was there was probably 1999…fast forward to Napa Valley, California, 2009: while on vacation I stopped at Dean and DeLuca and bought 1/4 lb. of your salame tartufo, and was instantly transported back to Greve in Chianti! It was just like Proust’s madeleine…
“I am thrilled to find you guys, because NOBODY knows how to make proper salame in the US. There are some good ones, if you buy at the upper end (D&D, Balducci’s), but I have never found one that tastes as much like Italy as yours. After I ran out of salame tartufo, I went back to a salame piccante by [another salami producer]…and had to throw it away!
“So that’s my story. Whenever I travel back to the US from Italy, I come home with my suitcase stuffed with prosciutto, parmigiano, salame, salsiccie, porcini, and olive oil. I always get a little nervous when the drug-sniffing beagles come around (not to mention the customs inspector). Now I won’t have to worry about all that!
“Good luck and best regards,
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Anne”
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So, there you have it Mr. Homeland Security Inspector. Thanks to Creminelli, she’s left behind a life of smuggling and come clean. Our work here is done, boys.I