Italy is rightly famous for its prosciutto, the cured, aged and I might add, delicious meat from the leg of the pig.  Most Americans have only a passing familiarity with prosciutto, enjoying it in an Italian restaurant served in thin strips alongside slices of ripe cantaloupe.  But here in Italy prosciutto is a religion and today we taking a pilgrimmage.  So late in the morning we set off for a visit to one of the two holy lands for lovers of the salty, sweet pure pink pleasure.  We are off to San Daniele.
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