In short, it's boiled pork meat.
It is "natural" in any part of Italy and in every supermarket you can find it too, but I've never eaten so good preparations as there, in Bastia Umbra, during the spring agricultural show that we visit from time to time. I don't know why is it so good. Maybe it's new and fresh -the porks are killed in December and the meat maybe has to "mature" before it's ready to eat. I don't know. But it is simply marvellous.
You can visit this my post from 2008 to see more photos of it (Traditional Italian Meal)
Vendors cut it and put inside the bread. Every visitor of the show eats there, old and young. There are not tables and places to sit, so everybody makes it's best to relax the feet after walking among the exhibitors. I found a very good place, so good, that began to sleep after porchetta and beer waiting for my husband. Waking up I found different other persons sitting near me and eating. So, I was the Savior of the humanity. The only my husband could not sit there because a respectable man can not sit on the earth. I have not to think about the rules of the society -I am and was always famous as a lawbreaker...And other people followed me. Somebody has to be the first to break the rules of the society. If my feets are painful and those who organized this show did not think about them, the rules of the society do not interest me. It's against the nature of the body to eat in feet -I think.
