" Try the cheese," said Leonardo. He was standing to one side, watching me.
I shrugged and nodded at the man, who shaved off a sliver of the ivory-colored stuff and gave it to me. Again, nothing special: a pecorino, aged, but a good one. I could taste the sheep's teats, buttery caramel, earth...
"Are you from up past Pistoia?" I asked. The man beamed.
"Yes! From San Marcello," he said.
"Thought so. This is pecorino di Cutigliano, yes?"
"Of course! The best cheese in Italy! "
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I shrugged and nodded at the man, who shaved off a sliver of the ivory-colored stuff and gave it to me. Again, nothing special: a pecorino, aged, but a good one. I could taste the sheep's teats, buttery caramel, earth..."Are you from up past Pistoia?" I asked. The man beamed.
"Yes! From San Marcello," he said.
"Thought so. This is pecorino di Cutigliano, yes?"
"Of course! The best cheese in Italy!" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>