Of all the Mother’s Days in years past, none included fast food and certainly none in Italy meant a bucket from KFC. I actually don’t mind cooking (something special of course) but as we were celebrating USA and Italy, I knew the day would be much more relaxing if I didn’t need to lift a finger in the kitchen.
Who am I kidding?!! I went back on my ‘no cooking’ stand as soon as I spotted imported beef…from Japan. If someone had told me 5 years ago that wagyu would find its way here to major supermarkets in Italy and not just trendy restaurants, I would’ve thought them overly optimistic. I made sure to scrutinize every detail on the packaging. Born, fattened, and slaughtered in Japan. Butchered in Italy.
The 3 tiny pieces (2 x 4 inches, more or less) required only a quick flip on a very hot griddle and they practically melted in the mouth. Such a special treat to have another country represented at the table and a better choice than what is proffered as sushi at a grocery store. Italy towered over the Colonel by way of Tuscan Belsedere – nice ass – a name that probably only Italians can get away with, no?