Sunday, February 03, 2008
Eating a couple of pigs
The man who had made me stand too close to the bulls took Maggie and I back to his house for breakfast. His wife appeared to have used our absence productively to cook a couple of hundredweight of pork products - panceta, papada, chorizo, farianto - just think blood, fat and pork scratchings and you're on the right track. There was wine too and to humour the Brits a box of PG Tips. Just the way to celebrate not having needed that emergency operating theatre.