Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Mottola is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. Mottola’s a small town, but it’s got its quirks. You know, the kinda place where everyone knows your name, and they all wanna chat about the weather or the latest gossip.
I roll down Via Roma, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Old ladies gossiping outside the bakery, the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich! But I’m not here to daydream. I gotta get to the shop on Via Garibaldi.
So, I get to the butcher shop, and it’s a mess. I mean, like, a total disaster. My assistant, Marco, bless his heart, forgot to clean up after yesterday’s rush. There’s meat everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinkin’?” He just shrugs, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s just meat, right?
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s all worked up, waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. Turns out, she ordered a special cut for her son’s birthday. I’m like, “Lady, chill! We got the best cuts in Mottola!” But she’s not havin’ it. I mean, I get it, it’s her kid’s birthday, but c’mon!
After I calm her down, I finally get to work. I’m slicing and dicing, and the rhythm is nice. The sound of the knife on the board? Pure music. But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade on Via Vittorio Emanuele! I’m like, “What the heck? Is it a holiday?” Turns out, it’s just some kids celebrating the end of school.
I can’t help but smile. Kids are runnin’ around, faces painted, balloons everywhere. It’s chaos, but it’s beautiful chaos. I mean, Mottola’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the cobblestone streets, it’s like stepping back in time.
But then, back to reality. I gotta deal with customers. This one guy comes in, and he’s all picky. “I want the best cut, but not too fatty, but not too lean.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re makin’ this harder than it needs to be!” But I keep my cool. I’m a pro, right?
Finally, the day starts winding down. I’m exhausted, but I feel good. I love my job. I love Mottola. Just as I’m about to close up, this old man walks in. He’s a regular, always tells the same stories. But today, he’s got a twinkle in his eye. He says, “You know, my wife loves your sausages. Best in town!” I can’t help but laugh. “Well, tell her I said thanks!”
As I lock up, I take a moment to breathe it all in. The streets are quiet now, the sun setting over the hills. Mottola’s beautiful, even when it’s crazy. I think about the day—the chaos, the laughter, the little moments that make it all worth it.
So yeah, being a butcher in Mottola? It’s a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Bring on tomorrow!