Porca miseria!

The post title refers to the weather here in Northern Italy, which is still rainy and altogether dreary. If I'm not mistaken, "porca miseria" means something like "what a pain" or something like that. Hopefully, I'm not posting a phrase that's really obscene or offensive. My husband says it quite a bit, but he's been known to be quite, ah shall we say, colorful in his language -- though he's toned it down quite a bit in the years (eight!) that I've known him.

At any rate, it's raining here yet again, confining us to the house. We were supposed to get away on a quick one-night trip to Liguria (the Italian Riviera) and hike along the towns of Cinque Terre. It's a hike I've wanted to do for quite a while and I'm disappointed that the rain has put the kibosh on our plans.

I'll leave you with some strange (to me at least!) Italian cuisine which is another (sick I suppose) reason for the post title (literal translation - pig misery?). It's a link of completely raw sausage. Raw means raw -- no smoking, no curing of any kind. I tried a half link since I'm Chinese and pride myself on trying everything at least once, but I admit that the idea was a bit daunting. Silly I know, since I eat sushi without a second thought, but somehow raw pork seems scarier.