There is a place in France, north of the Pyrenees. This area of the world has more beautiful villages clusters closely together then any other place in the world. Which is not too dissimilar to how boyfriend and I found ourselves this one weekend in October.
We arrived Thursday. Lateish. Greeted by Herve who owns the hotel that we're staying in with his wife Sophie. Supper is ham, thick chewy Serano ham.
I sit on the sofa eating this salty ham, thinking of pigs as I eat. I think of an article I read once that stated these animals have the intelligence of a 5 year old child. I hold the ham in both hands, silent and eating - my taste buds are weeping because it tastes so damn good. I'm starving. Famished. I eat slice after slice. Inwardly I'm rejoicing and apologising simultaneously. Not in shame but perhaps minor conflict. But it's not enough to detract from the great joy that comes with eating this incredible slice of meat.
I've a hippy mind perhaps, but a carnivores body.Read More