Man, what a day! I swear, San-Marzano-sul-Sarno really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day milkin’ cows, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, always gives me a hard time about my milkin’ skills. “Hey, you still milkin’ like a rookie?” he jokes. I just laugh it off. But deep down, I’m like, “Dude, I’m the best milker in town!”
Anyway, I head to the farm, right off Via San Francesco. The cows are chillin’, munchin’ on grass, lookin’ all cute and stuff. But then, bam! One of ‘em decides it’s a great time to kick over the milkin’ machine. I’m talkin’ milk everywhere! I’m slippin’ and slidin’ like I’m in a freakin’ slapstick comedy. I’m yellin’, “Come on, Bessie! Not today!”
After I clean up that mess, I get a call from my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the market on Via Nazionale. They got fresh San Marzano tomatoes!” I’m like, “Tomatoes? I’m a milker, not a chef!” But curiosity gets the best of me.
So, I head over there, and wow! The colors, the smells! I’m in tomato heaven. I grab a few, and this old lady starts chattin’ me up about how her family’s been growin’ these tomatoes for generations. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I just wanna buy some tomatoes, not hear your life story!” But she’s sweet, so I listen.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under this awning on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and honestly, it’s kinda catchy. I can’t help but smile.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need more milk by noon!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m stuck in a rainstorm!” But he doesn’t care. So, I bolt back to the farm, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course.
When I finally get back, the cows are all riled up. I swear, they can sense my stress. I’m milkin’ like a madman, and just when I think I’m done, I hear a loud moo. One of the cows, Bella, is givin’ me the side-eye. I’m like, “What now, Bella?” Turns out, she’s got a stubborn calf that won’t come near her.
So, I’m out there, coaxin’ this little guy, and finally, he comes over. It’s a heartwarming moment, ya know? I’m feelin’ all the feels. But then, I trip over a bucket and land right in the mud. Classic!
After that, I’m just done. I head back to that café on Via Roma. Marco sees me and bursts out laughin’. “You look like you wrestled a cow!” I can’t help but laugh too.
So, I sit down, order a slice of pizza, and just reflect on the day. San-Marzano-sul-Sarno, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re milkin’ cows, the next you’re dodgin’ rain and talkin’ tomatoes. Life’s a trip, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As I finish my pizza, I think about tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, San-Marzano!