Fried lamb chops recall my childhood: In Bologna, my hometown, Easter means fried lamb! Even today, I can still see my granny’s hands poaching the meat into the eggs and heavy cream mixture. I can hear the sizzle of the peanuts oil and smell the fragrance of frying chops filling out any space of the house. I have never been bored of this dish! It is so tasty and full of fun, a feast of sensations. The crisp of the golden crust covering a secret of spiced meat, the sour taste of the lemon juice, the permission to eat directly with my hand, a joy forbidden with almost all other courses, so yummy!