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There are places where food feels a bit too perfect. Controlled. Designed almost. Everything is the same, every time. Abruzzo isn't like that. It's tucked into the middle of Italy, a little wild and slightly overlooked; it doesn't go out of its way to impress anyone. It just carries on mountains, forests, weather that changes its mind, and traditions that somehow never got replaced. And out there, under thick oak trees, moving slowly through the woods, you'll find something most people still don't really know about. The Nero d’Abruzzo. Not famous. Not marketed heavily. Just there. Quietly doing its thing. Not Just Another Breed These pigs aren't new. Not even close. They've been part of this region for centuries—maybe longer than anyone can properly prove. Back when farming meant working with the land instead of trying to control it, animals like these were essential. Because they didn't need much. They could survive on their own, mostly. Forage throug...

Tucked away in the foothills of the Pyrenees, there's a story that doesn't just belong to farmers or chefs; it belongs to time itself. The Porc Noir de Bigorre, once nearly wiped out, has quietly found its way back onto the map. And not just any map, but the one reserved for France's most treasured foods. It wasn't always this way. By the early 1980s, this old breed had almost disappeared. Industrial farming had taken over, favouring faster-growing animals, leaner meat, and more "efficient" systems. The Porc Noir didn't fit that mould. It was slower, fattier, and frankly misunderstood. At one point, only a handful were left. The People Who Refused to Let It Die What changed everything wasn't luck; it was stubbornness. A small group of breeders and farmers decided this pig was worth saving. They didn't rush things. Instead, they leaned into tradition. They brought the animals back to open fields, let them roam, let them grow at their own pace. And ...

David Bisbal doesn't need a flashy headline to get people talking. Sometimes, all it takes is food. Not just any food, either, but something as deeply tied to Spanish identity as jamón ibérico. That's what makes this story click. At first glance, it sounds like a simple celebrity-food anecdote: David Bisbal's favorite Iberian ham comes with an unusual touch, a mix of ginger and strawberry that feels a little unexpected, maybe even a bit odd. But the more you sit with it, the more it says something bigger. This isn't only about taste. It's about how a classic product can still feel fresh, current, and surprisingly alive. A Spanish classic, with a small twist The heart of it all is still the same: thin slices of Iberian ham, rich, silky, instantly familiar. The kind of thing people associate with family gatherings, long lunches, celebrations, and those very Spanish moments that don't need much explaining because everyone already knows the feeling. What changes he...

S ome food festivals feel so polished that they feel distant. Beautiful, yes. Well produced, sure. But also a little removed from the thing they're supposed to celebrate. The Bayonne Ham Fair doesn't have that problem. It feels lived-in. Old in the best way. Not old as in dusty or frozen, but old as in continuous. The kind of event that has been happening for so long no longer needs to prove anything to anyone. Its roots go back to 1462, when farmers and charcutiers came into Bayonne after winter with cured hams to sell, compare, and trade. That was the fair in its earliest form. And honestly, that core idea still holds. People still come here because the product, the craft, and the place matter too. For four days, the whole city changes Every year, around Easter, Bayonne slips into a different rhythm. For the 2026 edition, from April 23 to April 26, the city is expected to fill with producers, artisans, locals, and visitors once again. More than 200,000 people move through the...

In Italy, prosciutto has never been just another cured meat. It carries weight. Cultural weight, regional weight, even emotional weight. It belongs to landscapes, to habits, to family tables, to ways of making food that were built slowly and protected carefully over time. That is part of what makes the CMJ Awards interesting. They are not simply handing out prizes and moving on. What they seem to be doing, more quietly and maybe more meaningfully, is marking a moment in the life of prosciutto itself. Not only celebrating excellence, but identifying what matters right now in a sector that lives between deep-rooted tradition and constant, if subtle, change. And that balance is everything. More than a list of winners Awards in food can sometimes feel surface-level. A few names, a few categories, a bit of applause, and then everyone moves on. But in a product category like prosciutto, recognition tends to mean more than that, because the product itself is tied to standards, terroir, patie...