After making sausage, mortadella, and salame toscana, we sat down to eat what seemed like the rest of the pig prepared by Armando’s mother: chiodo (pork sausage cooked on a terra cotta testa heated in the kitchen fire), spaghetti al sugo di maiale, maiale in umido, salad, cheese, desert, and coffee. Then, the snow came down.
This is the view out my back window. Who would believe it is a color picture?
Armando’s pig is no more. Enrico’s garden is no more.