I guess this blog site might be a turn-off to vegetarians. Sorry about that. I’m living in Italy. Not just meat, but RAW meat on the menu… and I eat it all. Shavings of raw lard. Ground up who-knows-what. Slices right off the moldy leg bone.
Bring it on.
Reminds me of when I was in the Canary Islands. Angela, the lady of the house where I lived, kept a pig leg hanging in the laundry room. When she needed some, she’d take it off the hook, whack off some, then hang it up again til next time.