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This happened last night.
Can you distinguish the American "1's" from the Italian "1's"?
This festa offers bistecca di puledro as a choice, which is horse steak, steak of a foal...a horse under a year old. Baby horse. I know, I know, I know. But...just step out of your cultural norms for a minute and accept that people live differently. Most local Italians I know would never consider eating a "gambero killer," but I could never get enough crawfish...it's one of the things I miss about the States: crawfish, those little crustaceans that live in the mud! So, if someone wants to eat horse...so be it. Who am I to judge? Crawfish, horse, mule? What's the difference, anyway?
But I'm not ordering it. Ever. Probably.
Instead, we ordered quail, which is the specialty of this festa, quail stuffed with herbs and wrapped in bacon and roasted on a spit over a wood-burning fire. As a group of strangers joined our table, Richard pointed out that a couple of the plates were indeed bistecca di puledro. You see...it looks like beef. You really can't tell the difference.
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But there is a difference. Oh, yes there is...
As the kind, elderly, well-dressed gentleman from the country allowed me to snap a photo of his modest dinner, which is accompanied by polenta that is FRIED in the drippings from the roasted birds, he gave my dear husband a bit of advice:
Foal for dinner makes for thoroughbreds at night.
In the bedroom.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
You might want to reconsider it, sir.
I pretended I didn't understand him.
I love my life.
Local? Lucky you! This festa in Villaganzerla will be open this upcoming weekend as well.. There is still time to get your magic horse steak...or at least order it for your unsuspecting husband. Let me know how that goes if you do.