Sometimes I will eschew supper here at the Domus in order to chew some slices of good things Italy has to offer. For example, the other day a friend and I got some wonderful paper thin slices of San Daniele prosciutto, milanese, some gogonzola piccante, olives, and a ball of fresh mozzarella di bufala.
You haven’t lived until you have had fresh mozzarella di bufala.
This all had to be washed down with something, of course.
To that noble end, we had a wine I had never tried before with the auspicious name Cappello di Prete. This is from Puglia (the heal of the boot) and is of the varietal negroamaro. It was a perfect match.
Of course, you might also know the cappello di prete as the venerable saturno or the tricorno as the priest’s biretta is often called.