my friends came back from Barcelona and all I got was this lousy sausage

One glance above, and those of you who know me best will understand that I am in a state of torment. Lovely N&D came back from their holiday in Spain and brought me a glorious packet of Joselito chorizo Iberico. I mean, look at this vision: pimenton-dyed oil threading through those mylar wrinkles, the unctuous slivers of fat, the deep deep red of the meat… I don’t know whether to invite everyone over to share the love with a dry rosado, furtively scoff the lot myself, or hang it on the wall and just gaze at it all winter.