Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Sopressa FEVER

I got a fever... and the only thing that can cure it is more sopressa.

For those in the know, sopressa is a local Italian sausage made here in the Vicentina area. It's nothing short of spectacular. Last Sunday, we visit the northern town of Schio and checked out their Sopressa Festivale. It was something else. When we arrived, there was a huge table set up along the main road downtown. By huge, I mean it was close to half a mile long. Ridiculous. On this table were set up all these small sopressa sandwiches. Nothing but sopressa and crusty Italian bread. It was delicious.

Around 7:30, they started serving dinner plates and we picked up a couple. Here's what the sopressa-fest plate looked like:



That yellow brick thing is grilled polenta. So... cornmeal-y?

While we were there, I was obliged to buy a little block of sopressa to take home. Here's me posing with the sausage and the "official" print from the event. Notice the "popped up" collar on my pink shirt. I'm trying, and apparently marginally succeeding, to look more Italian.



One thing that I did not know about Italians is their love for fun hats. Here in northern Italy, I've noticed a love for funny little hats by the older set. Here's a close up of said hats:



They're a little Peter Pan meets Heidi. I dig 'em. Anyway, after a couple of cheap Italian vinos, we worked up the courage to ask a group of these old Italians for a picture with their funny hats. Rather than being put off, they were more than accommodating and even let me try one of their hats on. Too bad it was from the smelly, sweaty one. Hygene!



All in all, it was pretty cool to experience the "local flavor". Stay tuned, because we have a couple of upcoming posts that are sure to please. They include: Aidan's dance recital, cherry festival, antique Vespa rally, and much much more!

3 comments:

Brizmo said...

Did you have to pay for the sandwiches? What do Italian men smell like?

Joel said...

The sandwiches were the best kind: FREE!

As far as Italian men, I'm not sure how to discribe that particular melange of odor. Imagine that you only ate pork, pasta, and wine. Now stop showering for a week and work outside in the summer. And don't change your shirt.

In other words, they smell totally hot!!

Anonymous said...

sounds like one helluva sausage fest!