But, we've had a heck of a time tracking down decent prosciutto! Trying to figure out what it's called here is hard enough. And, everything we've guessed on and thought might be prosciutto either wasn't or was just not good prosciutto.
So, we decided to hop the train toward Stuttgart and hit the Markthalle. I would say the kids love riding the train as much as I do, but they spend more time with their noses glued to the windows, so maybe they win.
I'd heard the Markthalle has some Italian vendors with great meats and cheeses, and it seemed like a good place to hunt down actual prosciutto. I was once again too intimidated to get pictures (I need to get over that!), but someone else is braver than I.
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Isn't that huge!? On a Saturday, it was also very crowded and the kids were a little edgy in there. I think I'll have to go back on a weekday while they're in school/summer camp and really examine the offerings. For today, we picked up some wonderful prosciutto, peppered salami and parmigiano-reggiano. We drizzled some balsamic vinegar over the parmigiano-reggiano; paired the prosciutto with the indeterminately named melons; mixed up our favorite salad of olive tomatos, cucumbers, feta cheese, olive oil and vinegar and slathered some creamy garlic butter on fresh baked (German style) baguettes. YUM!
3 comments:
Sounds really yummy I love melonand prosciutto.. The markethalle must be fabulous If CC comes to visit maybe she can bring prosciutto
Oh my gosh. Looks delicious. I'm surprised you haven't gained 15 pounds already.
Although... I haven't seen any pictures of you lately... hmmmmm. LOL.
(My capcha is "ovatire", which I'm guessing can be used like this in a sentence: "On Saturdays, the Markethalle can ovatire the kiddos; they'll probably sleep on the train ride home.")
We were thinking the same thing, Louise! Maybe CC can smuggle us some pig products...
Ha ha ha Al, THAT'S NOT FUNNY. Lol, no I keep waiting for the weight to pile on but it's not! I don't know if it's all the extra exercise, the fresh ingredients or the total lack of lazy drivethrough grease at hand. Maybe Germany is just magical.
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