Its Sunday afternoon, and I have just come back from the Novemberpork, a pork festival/ market at Roccabianca. Roccabianca is a small Italian village, the way you imagine it: A small square with a church, old houses with wooden shutters, and a Xmas market buzzing with tens of stalls selling anything from fruit, chestnuts, sweets and pastries, pastas, cheese, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, wine, and an obscene amount of PORK.
I think I've peaked my pork intake at this time. Really. I warmed up with pork filled tortelinni in pork broth, and a ricotta filled canoli for dessert. I think I'm done for the day.