
In Pursuit of Perfect Salumi
A Journey Into the Real World of Italian Cured Meats It’s almost midnight, and I’m flying down the highway from Torino to Fossano in a rental car. The thing feels more like a spaceship than an automobile. My Ryanair flight had been delayed for over two hours, so now I’m trying to make up for lost time. The car is one of those hyper-modern hybrids: silent, smooth, and dangerously deceptive. You think you’re doing 120 until you check the dashboard and see you’re closer to 190. (Km/h, not mph. I’m irresponsible, not crazy.) The highway is nearly empty. The road is just darkness, broken by emergency lights and the occasional truck. Hunger hits hard. I spot an AutoGrill sign, pull








