At the meat class at Bolzano's last night:
Me: Oh! Let's get some guanaciale, too.
I didn't even tear the fat off this before I ate it. Am I no longer a bad bacon eater?
Me: More! It's Ilene's 40th birthday. We can send it to her as a present.
SH: Oh yeah!
Me: And some Paletilla Hungara.
SH: What! We can't send this to her. She's not eating pork any more.
Me: Crap. Oh well. More for us.
SH: We could send it anyhow to tempt her.
Me: That is mean.