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Along the way I remembered the first time this has happened in this place with my cousin, fellow discoveries of a world threatened with extinction, full of things to take and learn.

was afternoon, the hour of siesta general, the time when the crickets chirped in the trees on a gig is always the same but still new to those who listen carefully, the song of the male perched atop the highest, females in the middle on the most important branches, the Greek * at the end of the trunk, zivule * up to half. These were the hours that we preferred to run around country lanes outside the country, in countries on the other side of the crater or in neighboring countries Arbëreshë * .

Along the road we were walking I saw a small church, a fact which I knew the name of the shrine as a boy, the stories the party that was held and still holds every year: Church of Our Lady of Mercy *. After reversing we move to a paved road to alternative treatments, fairly steep, bumpy, dusty at times, beyond the river the road is steep, a few corners, other holes all over a couple of miles and we arrive at the Sanctuary. Surprisingly enough, but the church door is open, a quick look inside and look outside, but recall the stories of my mother when there were no cars or roads to get comfortable, tailors, had to make a journey of about six miles, starting in the early hours of the morning and then come back before sunset. How

electrocuted on the road to Damascus to my cousin that comes to mind a few miles further is a farming family who lives there from the beginning.
are greeted by a friendly and old boss, whom my cousin had some confidence, if in the mood, we can "steal" some proverb or poem by a few popular songs of oral tradition, tells me how to entice them also produce cheese.
So why wait: let's go.

This time I bought two small cheeses a little fresh air and another with a few months of ripening, it is the local cheese that is eaten fresh and immediately cheese is grated. While I was taken a cheese. I consumed fresh cheese, and seasoned grattugiai that no special attention, but I found them flawless, with a little more cheese, which usually brought home, more like hunting prey or as souvenirs.

In early September this year, after three, I returned, again with the same partner. I went straight into local cheeses, hanging on a wall, a poster hung askew "Cheese in the sky, hung from a pole of caciocavalli seasoned, slightly shiny and transudates, despite the afternoon temperature is around 34/35 degrees . Adjacent ad una parete uno scaffale in legno, con alcune forme di formaggio insolite a queste latitudini. La tradizione ha sempre prediletto pezzature piccole, sotto i 500 grammi, raramente forme da un chilo, per varie ragioni che non sto qui a spiegare, ma fra tutte la più importante era ed è quella di non correre rischi con pezzature più grandi. La forma che ho scelto fra le tre o quattro sullo scaffale dopo averla guardata, soppesata, pressata, annusata ha una crosta pulita, giallo scuro, con assenza di muffe; il peso sui 5/6 chili, al tatto consistente, leggero profumo di latte, yogurt e burro leggermente tostato. Certamente non posso prenderla tutta, decidiamo di prenderne un quarto di forma in due fette per un peso totale di circa un chilo e settecento grammi. Prima di incartarlo ne stacco un pezzetto da assaggiare e………. appena comincio ad assaporare la mente va ai lunghi cammini che i nostri vecchi, pellegrini, facevano per arrivare al Santuario della Misercordia al suono di organetti e zampogne e sicuramente trovavano anche una fetta di formaggio. Ci siamo sentiti telefonicamente con l’artefice produttore e casaro, che con enorme sacrificio, in un terra difficile, forse solo per una scommessa con se stesso o chissà per qual altro miracolo ha dato vita a questo formaggio senza nome, che per comune sentire abbiamo voluto chiamarlo per vicinanza, e non solo: Misericordia.

Como, Ottobre 2010

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Contrada S. Bartolo
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tel. 0984 504397

Greek and Zivule * *: species of cicadas

* Arbëreshë: Albanians

* Church of Our Lady of Mercy in the town of San Martino di Ended

* Sartano: town in the province of Cosenza