1. a crisp apple on a brie and prosciutto sandwich
2. lingonberries and meatballs
3. pork and cherries
4. venison with blueberry sauce
5. turkey and cranberries, of course
Prosciutto. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Pro-ciu-tt0. There’s something about a strip of glistening, rose-pink cured meat that I just can't seem to resist, a weakness that earned me the nickname ‘ham hands’ growing up. Which I don’t often share with people but here we are.
