Semi-retired rocker Sting makes wine in Tuscany, which is not big news because, it seems, everyone with money to piss away makes wine somewhere.
Anyway, attracted as I am to celebrity winemaking, I read this, which contained a line that I thought was funny, even if it wasn’t about wine.
In the late nineties, the multi-award-winning musician acknowledged that since building an organic farm on his 900-acre Tuscany estate, he had so many animals scampering about that he started eating them.
It sounds like such a nice nice, casual decision.
Honey, we’ve got an awful lot of cats and I’m feeling a little peckish. Would you mind if I ate one of them?
Except that Sting didn’t have cats; he had pigs. So he made them into Salami.