This past weekend, Jake and I headed to downtown Carmel for the 23rd annual Winemakers' Celebration, hosted by the Monterey County Vintners and Growers Association. I will write about that experience, but I wanted to dedicate an entire post to the porchetta that La Balena served because there's something magical, something marvelous about a whole roasted pig, isn't there?! I remember wandering through the streets of Florence on a rainy December afternoon. I could smell something wonderful. And, peeking down a side street, I spotted a small line snaking from a doorway. There was no sign, but I asked what was inside. " Porchetta, Bella ," someone answered. So, I stood in line. There was no menu. There were no choices. You simply had to tell them how many you wanted. When I reached the front of the line, the man behind the counter barked, " Quanti? " How many? Uno, per favore. "Vino?" Wine? Sì. I walked away with...