The bresaola is dead; long live the pastrami.
We are sorry to announce that Mr Supermarket Bresaola passed away on Sunday, 26th July 2009.
He had been losing weight for quite a time, but was still extremely soft. On checking his medical records we found that whilst at his previous home, a large supermarket, he had been a user of a noxious substance known as added basting fat. This was not apparent as an outer coating on his body so the coroner has surmised that he was injecting the fat.
He was embalmed in a rub of black pepper and ground coriander seed for his journey to the after-life. As he wanted to be cremated we carried out his final wishes on Sunday 26th July at around 100°C for 3 hours with oak and beech smoke, and a couple of hours more without.
Late on Sunday evening a miracle happened in our small village; Mr Bresaola came back to life. To mark this momentous event he has decided to change his name to Mr Pastrami.
That’s not pastrami, Phil. That’s speck bresaola. I was seriously considering doing something like this. Albeit, cold smoked over a period of das, but, this will suffice, sir. It works!