The man I love.
This has been a Pink Pig Pictorial.
Well, in case you're wondering, the man fertilizing his native ground there is that compelling figure of Catalunyan folklore, the Caganer. If you are looking for a translation of Caganer, just consider how many Western languages use a baby word like ka-ka or ca-ca or ca-ci for...well, for number twos.
This particular Caganer I bought at the Christmas market outside Barcelona Cathedral one year. Whether or not it has brought me good fortune, I can't say. Hours of innocent amusement, yes.
(This all started with a random discussion of the subject somewhere in the bowels of Mouthfulsfood.
