i never wanted to be a lumberjack ... I always wanted to be a vegetarian

We've been known to do some pretty out of character things in the name of travelling. Stepping inside dark huts in Africa (home of the bird eating spider so they say) without so much as a can of Mortein, drinking cups of tea made by villagers - knowing full well it could be a matter of hours before we could be vomiting it all up again if the water was not fully boiled, and sampling random dishes on a menu when no english translation was available, however our latest was a stretch for me to say the least.

Three words. Pig. Fat. Bread.

Highly recommended by the very persuasive and charming Andi, we spent a few lazy hours on Saturday afternoon in a beer garden in an orchard where cider and the famous Pig Fat Bread were served.

Pig Fat Bread as it turns out is a thick slice of rye bread, lathered, nay, smothered with a helping of pig fat, sprinkled with finely cut raw onion and some herbs. An explosive combination particuarly when coupled with a pint of locally brewed cider!