Food also takes you to places you perhaps would never learn about otherwise. Consider the town of Langhirano in Emilia-Romagna, the province at the bellybutton of Italy. This has never been on my radar simply because I have never heard about it before in my life. But we made it there somehow and learned that this Italian town is a powerhouse for the Italian prosciutto di Parma.
It's crazy to imagine how ham could merit such a special room. After all, isn't it just ham? But that is the thing. In Italy, it is not. It is pride. It is identity. In Italy, food is intertwined and inseparable from culture and heritage, both of which are highly revered and esteemed. In a world where everything is changing fast, it was demonstrated again to me that here, not everything needs to change. Things can still be made the same way they have always been.
|A special present from Mirella Galloni that found its way to our coffee table|