A pork roast is a thing of beauty.  It’s also delicious.  You know The Goddess has never met a cut of pork she didn’t dream about, and then devour.  This is based on a pork roast we ate in a little trattoria in Florence, Italy.  Maybe it was the place in time, the fact that “The David” was nearby, or that we’d walked for hours, but I don’t think so.  I think it was a fabulous piece of pork, beautifully flavored with rosemary, thyme and garlic.  Continue reading →