I do not know if the heat or what hosts, but this week I have returned to cheat. And with the oldest trick in the ciborium. I go to the supermarket. Advertise "authentic mozzarella" and the box sets two marks: one English and one chunga-looking with an Italian name, the drawing of the head of a buffalo and the words in two languages, "with buffalo milk." Few foods have a combination taste and texture as subtle and yet so sublime as the mozzarella but-and this is important-as long as we're talking about real buffalo mozzarella. Because the beef is usually a byproduct chiclopastosa substance that is used for salads and dishes pseudoitaliana fill more cumbersome. It's not like the Iberian ham and normal ham, each one has its point and its time. Or as the young wine and reserve. No. mozzarella buffalo is not nothing is solid. Whitish clay nonsense. Therefore, although worth more, no doubt choose the latter, the supposedly Italian brand. I come home and just get on the mouth that ball field made indefinite sinsustancia I notice the pig in a poke, grab the package and read the ingredients listed on the back in microscopic print: 85% of cow's milk, rennet, potassium sorbate, salt, starter cultures and 5% a fucking buffalo milk. Sure, the cover does not lie, it does have buffalo milk. The old trick of those chips that were announced with joy and good for the heart because they had olive oil and, in fact, only included a drop in the sea of \u200b\u200bvegetable oils which chungalís fried. It is true, those responsible for marketing the mozzarella in this way can not be accused of lying directly, but to induce the consumer confusion a very hijadeputa. And so I decided to justice in the case mentioned chips recall making.
