In the beginning there was desire.  The desire was to make my own proscuitto.  The Italian salt cured and air dried ham is pretty awesome – even the stuff you buy at the supermarket is up there, but when you get the real thing straight off the bone, sliced thin by hand, just on it’s own, all melty on the tongue, a little salty with that unmistakable back of the throat depth to it, it reaches the dizzy heights of death row last meal request…THAT is what I desired. (more…)