An Old Classic- Porchetta

I can still remember the first time Mr. T & I ever had a Porchetta Sandwich. It was a crisp October weekend filled with beer and football about 5 years ago.  It only took one bite of that fennel dusted, pork fat laden sandwich for Mr. T to become a serious addict.

We ate a ton of sandwiches back then.  But over time we slowly forgot about the tiny little shop until last week when Mr. T strolled in the door with a bag just bursting with aromas of sage, thyme and rosemary.  Suddenly it all came flooding back to me...this is what we'd been missing. 

That incredibly compact ciabatta roll lightly drizzled with olive oil then stuffed to the brim with shreds of tender oven roasted pork and fried pork cracklings.  This is one seriously intense sandwich that I am happy to welcome back into my life.

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Pitted Pruner said…
Ahh yes... I too remember my first encounter with the Porchetta sandwich. I was with you and Mr. T at a sports bar across the street when Scuba Steve joined us and unveiled a sandwich with an incredible amount savory aroma. A taste of the masterpiece cemented those flavors into my mind, and to this day, I still think of those few, joyous, moments.
Roze said…
It is a GLORIOUS sandwich Pruner! And that was an amazing evening of food and beverages. If only every night could end with a double dose of cocktails and tater tots at PDT. πŸ’—πŸΈπŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸŽ‰