The One that Got Lost

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On January 25th, I’ve started three coppas. When the time came to clear the “Curing Chamber” on June 16th, I’ve found few items there whose proper identification was problematic. Yet, from this batch, I located only two coppas; the third one apparently disappeared. Hence, I name this creation in the honor on the one that got lost.

After typing the title and four first sentences, I stopped. Why such a defeatist title? After all, I got two!  Is this a reflection on my twisted psychological state that tends to look for what is lost, for the “road not taken”? Why not rejoice with what I was able to retain?  I’ve recently read somewhere that when we daydream, it’s always about future – although I think with age this goes away – and not about the past, but the past that could have been. A wise man would always advise to shed all regrets. Yet, in my humble but firm opinion, it’s regrets that make a man wise.

When we don’t take time to reflect on the turns that we’ve taken in life and follies committed, we turn into…well, something that resembles our venerable politicians in Washington DC.

Recipe:

Sea salt: 2.55% ; Cure#2: 0.25%; Black Pepper: 0.2%; Brown sugar: 0.25%;  Cloves: 0.03%; Dried Thai Chili: 0.7%: Old Weller Antique 107 bourbon: enough to keep the regrets out.

Then – the usual: vacuum, fridge until February 19th, washed, dried, dusted with the same combination of spices, encased into the collagen, placed into the Curing Chamber.

Taste: fragrant in moderate spiciness and barely sweetish deepness. For some reason, it reminds me something from my favorite house of fragrances: the Creed.