The good thing about Mondays is that they are no longer Sundays. That means the market, which is always closed on Sunday (the one day a week I seem to want to go), is back open.
In an under-caffeinated beginning of the week haze, I almost went to the supermercato. I snapped out of it in time to detour to the fresh market open on the piazza Monday – Saturday.
After picking up spinach and adorably tiny Lazio strawberries, I headed for the cheese shop.
If you are going to visit or attempt to live in Italy, there is one crucial phrase you need to know: ha finito.
Ha finito means “we’re out,” “there’s no more,” “over.”
I hear ha finito nearly every day. Apparently, just about everything is out of stock in Italy at all times, but you get used to it.
I was therefore less than surprised to hear that my favorite asiago ha finito. The cheese shop man then tried to sell me on some other cheese, the name of which I did not catch.
So, I did what any self-respecting straniera would do in a moment of Italian non-comprehension: I said, “va bene,” and took my mystery cheese home.
Laziness and deadlines forced me to turn my would-be frittata into a scramble, but the abundance of eggs, mystery cheese, spinach and fresh bread always reminds me how lucky I am to live in bella Roma.