During our visit to Bologna in the Emilia Romagna region of Italy, we looked out our window and discovered we were almost sitting on top of MortadellaBo, a one-of-a-kind, four-day festival celebrating mortadella.
I had a difficult time reconciling the images of people digging into heaping bowls of pasta and sauce with audible groans and the pasta that I was served for dinner. I remember thinking, It's only spaghetti. What could be so amazing that you need to moan about it?
Breeding pigs spend most of their lives in crates only inches larger than their bodies. Crushing boredom and depression cause compulsive behaviors like head-banging. Do you really want your choices to support such a system?