Bringing Home the Bacon
At the top of my parents’ list of requests was prosciutto. They wanted a kilo and a half.
“We service Silvio Berlusconi,” said the butcher as he slid the meat into three separate half-kilo packets. “We send it straight to Rome, at his request. We even handled the ham for the G8 meeting in Genoa, in 2001.”
With endorsements like that, how could I refuse the sixty-four Euro price tag? Truth be told, of course I would have paid that much. This was for family. I just wasn’t sure I’d ever spent that kind of money buying lunch meat before.
Granted, this wasn’t any ham. It was two year-old prosciutto from Parma. But, I figured that since I was taking it to Israel, to be consumed on Shabbat by a bunch of hungry relatives, at the height of the swine flu crisis, every penny was worth it.