Quick question: how many of you are on such good terms with your local pharmacist that the thought of dropping off a food storage container is as nonchalant as filling a prescription?
Please allow me to explain, but first, a morning stroll up in the mountains this past Sunday. Of the few sunny days that August has brought us, this one in the neighboring village of Sogno made up for the dismal conditions earlier in the week. Back off you dank weather!
Everything looked that much brighter, vibrant, fresh – even this breadbox (pane/bread) used for home delivery service. I’ve seen other bread bins/baskets and if there isn’t one, delivery leaves the paper sack out on the windowsill. This is the only one with pane written on it.
Getting back on topic, we don’t know our pharmacist personally but she sets, no, she IS, an example of how unbelievably mellow life can be within a small community. At the annual Alpini festival in Sogno this past Saturday, we ordered tripe stew to go and it didn’t occur to us that there might be a problem in packing it securely. How far do you live? It’s a small bowl; it could spill. One of the servers – the pharmacist – swooped right in and said she would see if she could find a solution. Minutes later out she comes holding a bulky package wrapped tightly in foil. It looked like it contained more than 2 bowls of trippa and a plate of pasta.
We get home, peel off the layers of foil, and find a lidded bowl with enough tripe stew to feed not 2, but at least 4 people. Then we open the plate of pasta (it had another plate as its lid) and marvel that it’s a very generous helping of casoncelli pasta.
Not bad for 12.50€, but compared to the Alpini lunch and dinner from 3 years ago, this was just a teaser. Our intention was to return the container after Sunday’s walk but as the place was crowded with Alpini and churchgoers, we were left with option #2. Upon handing us our meal the night before, the pharmacist had said, “If you can’t bring the bowl back on Sunday, no problem. Just bring it to me at work!”