Parma ham.
Today, I want a plate of Parma ham, some stuffed olives and a rich, peppery Italian table wine (the kind that leaves your teeth enamel intact).
And some bread that takes some chewing even after it has been doused in olive oil.
But having gained a few pounds after giving up smoking I am not allowed anything tasty to eat until I am rake-like.
I would kill any number of Italian peasants for that ham, all the same.