My sister just returned from a trip to Spain, where ham hangs from the ceiling in bars. Wish this pic came with a scratch-and-sniff.
I was just recalling the first time I had jambon Serrano wrapped around a fig. MMMMMM! At Chez Panisse Cafe in Berkeley, Calif., many years ago.
Is there anything better than salty on sweet? Maybe the constrasting textures of crunchy with smooth, or fiery hot calmed by sour, but if I was stuck on an island with only two foods it would have to be ham and fruit. What about you?