A Chronicle of Amy and Sean's World Travels
I have a new love…
…and her name is Burrata. No, it is not a pastry. (Shocking, I know). It is an Italian cheese.
No, we’re not in Italy, but one of the wonders of Paris is the accessibility of all things fabulous from elsewhere in the world.
Burrata is creamy, salty, and tangy, all at once. It was delivered fresh from Campania, Italy to the Italian food co-op in Paris’s 5th arrondissement today. It was worth the hour long walk to the co-op and the blatant ridicule and laughs the man behind the counter and those in line shared at my expense during my awkward efforts to order. Yes, it was that good.
Welcome to the club – burrata is the BEST cheese in the world! I think that you guys should go to Puglia and do a burrata-tasting tour!
OK. So I think I am on the hunt for Burrata. And don’t feel so bad about being teased by the French Italian. I get teased by the Italian Italian down at Penn Mac when I go in there for cheese. He throws his hands up and mutters (which in all honesty is loud enough to hear through the sound of a saturday morning crowd) at my stupidity. I only make out a few words of his mutterings, but I know it is not good. Maybe he’ll be nicer if I go in asking for a specific cheese. Burrata it is!