When I was in the second grade we lived in East Meadow, Long Island. Next door to us was an Italian family - I can't remember their names. But I remember the Italian food. The mom would cook an Italian dinner for my Dad every now and then. The aroma of one dish in particular used to drive me crazy. I recognize the dish now as stuffed manicotti, but I could never place what made it smell the way it did; I have had it at restaurants and it never smelled the same. It just smelled so delicious - my Dad never shared a bite with us kids.
Over forty years later I finally got to smell that aroma again and it was like I was eight years old.
It's Locatelli Perino Romano cheese.
I make my wife buy it now.
It's $12.49 a pound.
I don't care.
If they made perfume out of it I'd buy that for her also.
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