We took a walk around our Naxxar neighborhood this morning and came upon a little market, Casa Della Mozzarella.
Even the sidewalk in front smells of fresh cheeses. We enter just to look and the owner is behind his glass cheese counter. “Buongiorno,” he booms out over his incredible case full of amazing homemade cheeses in every shade of yellow to white.
We chat in english and a little french and tell him we’re from the States. “Bella. Where in the States?” We reply, “New Mexico. But it is not in Mexico.” “I know,” he says a little hurt that we would think he didn’t. “I know where New Mexico is.”
( We loved this. We meet Americans who don’t know that New Mexico is in the United States.)
“Wait” and he wags his finger. ” I have something special for you,” and he quickly ducks into the back room to emerge with two tiny paper cups of expresso, freshly brewed. Delizioso.
He calls to his wife behind the sausage counter and she brings us two fresh, moist lemon pastries topped with cherries. “Sweet,” she says, “for the bitterness of the coffee.”
As we walked out they both call “Ciao. Goodbye.”
What warm people and how nice they were to two visitors to their beautiful little shop on a Thursday morning.
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