Sorry, this photo is turned on its side, but oh well. This is really a story that only my parents and my siblings will completely get...So I was in the Corte Ingles grocery store, trying to find the eggs in the refrigerated section (not realizing that...along with the milk...Spain puts their eggs on the shelf without refrigeration). So, I was hunting for the eggs near the butter and the tortilla patata (which they refrigerator...but eggs, no) and I smelled something very familiar... something very nostalgic, something that smelled exactly like home in Middletown. And when I turned, there is was. The wall of hanging hams. Ah...the ham.
