Not long ago, a new butcher shop ( macelleria) opened in Campo Santa Margherita, right across from the Scuola Grande dei Carmini. This came as a shock to us, as the majority of shops opening up all over Venice are ones that cater to the tourists- selling magnets, postcards, and imported masks or glass jewelry. Shops that tend to the daily needs of locals are shutting down, not opening. So having our new butcher is a blessing, and we make a point of patronizing his shop often.
The other day as I was running my daily errands, I stopped in at the butcher shop, with no particular plans for what I was going to buy. I was hoping I'd see something behind the glass case and be inspired for dinner that night. My inspiration did come, but in a very unexpected way. As I waited, I paid attention to what the other customers were ordering. One woman asked for twenty meatballs. I looked into the display case, and sure enough, there was a large stack of meatballs- large, round, mouthwatering meatballs. I watched as the butcher counted out all twenty for her. She paid for her order and left. The next woman ordered 15 meatballs. I began to wonder if these women all knew something I didn't know! When it was my turn I could not control myself. "Dieci polpette" (10 meatballs) came out of my mouth, almost without me knowing what I was doing. Yes, ten went home with me.
Dinner was spaghetti and meatballs. After eating my meal, I knew why everyone was buying meatballs from our new butcher. They were delicious! The perfect blend of beef and veal, along with some herbs. Now I know where to find homemade meatballs just like my mom used to make. Life is good.
The other day as I was running my daily errands, I stopped in at the butcher shop, with no particular plans for what I was going to buy. I was hoping I'd see something behind the glass case and be inspired for dinner that night. My inspiration did come, but in a very unexpected way. As I waited, I paid attention to what the other customers were ordering. One woman asked for twenty meatballs. I looked into the display case, and sure enough, there was a large stack of meatballs- large, round, mouthwatering meatballs. I watched as the butcher counted out all twenty for her. She paid for her order and left. The next woman ordered 15 meatballs. I began to wonder if these women all knew something I didn't know! When it was my turn I could not control myself. "Dieci polpette" (10 meatballs) came out of my mouth, almost without me knowing what I was doing. Yes, ten went home with me.
Dinner was spaghetti and meatballs. After eating my meal, I knew why everyone was buying meatballs from our new butcher. They were delicious! The perfect blend of beef and veal, along with some herbs. Now I know where to find homemade meatballs just like my mom used to make. Life is good.
