For a place where eating meat and cheese are national pasttimes, I have seen only two cows. The rolling hillsides are perfect for uddered animals, yet none roam. It seems that, in Italy, cows do not get put out to pasture as land is at a premium (better suited for growing grapes or olives). While the thought of cows living their lives indoors unsettles me, I seem to quickly forget my qualms as I drown my breadstick in tallegio. I guess I will never be a spokesperson for PETA.
No comments:
Post a Comment