Operation Prosciutto by S A Solomon

Operation Prosciutto by S A Solomon

We were holed up in a no-frills motel just outside of Philly in a room that smelled of bacon farts. We had stopped to eat at a diner off Route 1, but I had no appetite.  Except for a salad of wilted lettuce and a grainy, decidedly non-organic tomato, the rawest thing...