Years ago Mike and I used to do the grocery shopping together. It was fun and when the kids were little it was so nice to have a second set of hands to wrangle them if needed. In the more recent years we have divided the shopping up. I go most often but sometimes Mike goes it alone. It is always interesting to see what he thinks are staples and what I cant live without.
A few weeks ago we shopped together on our way home from somewhere for just a few things. We got the bread and the food for the animals and the Oreos (we must have been getting ready for a snowstorm now that I think about it). I made sure we had the cheese. I only use Pecorino Romano Cheese. I buy what my mother and my sister's buy. Locatelli. If I cant get that I wont use anything at all. It is special cheese and classic. Here is a great definition: "Dating back to ancient Roman times, Pecorino Romano is one of the world's oldest recorded cheeses. Pecorino is an Italian word meaning from sheep's milk, and Romano indicates that this cheese is of Roman descent".
Now; I don't think Mike knows or cares that it is made from sheep's milk or that it is of Roman decent. When we were first married he had not known anyone who freshly grated the cheese to sprinkle on the food. He just knows that I buy it and grate it and love it.
Now he knows how much it costs, too. To put it mildly, I almost gave him a heart attack when I handed him the cheese to scan as we checked out and he looked at the per pound price. I am used to it, I guess. I always pay about the same, around $11.99 a pound. I never buy a pound at a time and to me it is worth whatever it costs. I think he would have been very happy if I suddenly said "oh, wow, that is expensive" and left it at the store. I didn't. I just chuckled and kept on handing him things to scan.
Some things are part of life. Locatelli is part of my life. With a big hunk of New York Italian bread and a nice red wine, it is even good without the pasta!!
Oh you Mean FOOT Cheese!! ( we call it foot cheese cause it smells like a Foot)it was great when we brought it to school!!( and oh yes Diane you have a Brother who can read and Knows his Cheeses too!!)
ReplyDeletei can always ship you bread.Just say the word
ReplyDeleteLois said: I remember sitting with grandma as she would grate the cheese,before I was old enough and wait for her to get to the end. There were always bigger pieces to pick out of the well grated dish. To this day, its Locatelli and I will gladly sacrifice, a different food to assure I have it. My kids were raised on it and to them its all there is. We have never had cheese in a can and never will. Some things just should not be sacrificed. This is one of them.
ReplyDeleteIt's all I use also. When I was young, there was absolutely no place in Kentucky that carried such a luxury. We used to transport it home from NY. When Mom and Dad were first married, one of their first fights was over a hunk of locatelli--Mom the country girl opened the fridge and thought it was something that was horribly spoiled and threw it out...LOL. I'm still not sure if Dad has completely forgiven her for this transgression. :)
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