For those who really know me, know that I have a penchant for pork.
Proscuitto, jamon ibérico, schinken, ham. It doesn’t matter what it is called, it calls to me.
Picture this: a Dickensian child with his nose pressed up against the glass of a sweets shop window at the holidays. That is me when I am confronted with a deli case of assorted porcine products.

Perhaps the finest of all was the “Schinken Section” of KaDeWe – the largest department store in Berlin. Yes, Virginia they DO sell ham in department stores on the continent. How I wish this trend would catch on this side of the pond.

Imagine my delight when I was confronted with this while shopping with our dear friend Pierrette in her home town of Basel, Switzerland.

My fervor of snapping as many pictures as I could led the poor proprietor to believe I was from the local health council!
It was the beloved bouchére in the village of Ménerbes that we found our black truffle for Christmas Eve dinner – along with sausages for Christmas morn.


I had the best of the wurst in Basel.