WTF*#! I have come upon my food nemesis! My NEMESIS. We made dinner and as evidenced by the picture below KNEW (I KNEW!!!) I couldn’t eat it. I’m so mad. I spend more money than I want to tell you about on ‘tasty salted pig parts’ so I could surprise Z with meat for his birthday and when we opened them up they had a delightful sheen of mold (we looked it up, harmless penicillin type THEY SAY…) and I couldn’t – could NOT make myself eat it. How can I call myself a food adventurer. I have eaten so much that is bizarre and I couldn’t eat this and I wanted to. Can you understand my frustration???!!! Purchased from Boccalone in San Francisco and shipped straight to the house. I respect the chef, Chris Cosentino. For crying out loud, he is a Top Chef Master. He knows what he is doing. So, I diced it up and Z put it on half of a caramelized onion and gruyere pizza. Served alongside a pile of greens with caper vinaigrette. Dinner was great and I am sad. If Chris Cosentino served me this meat, I’d try. If he said, this meat is OK – I am sure I would try. But left to my own devices? No. What would you do?