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.
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!