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Family Lexicon
by Natalia Ginzburg
My father always woke up at four o'clock in the morning. After getting out of bed, his first concern was to go and see if the mezzorado had turned out well. Mezzorado was a kind of sour milk he'd been taught how to make by shepherds in Sardinia. It was actually just yogurt….
Whenever we went on our summer holiday we had to remember to bring the mezzorado yeast base, or “mother," which was kept in a small cup, securely wrapped and tied up with string. "Where is the mother? Did you bring the mother?" my father would ask on the train, rummaging through a rucksack.
Whenever we went on our summer holiday we had to remember to bring the mezzorado yeast base, or “mother," which was kept in a small cup, securely wrapped and tied up with string. "Where is the mother? Did you bring the mother?" my father would ask on the train, rummaging through a rucksack.