Apparently we have quite the reputation in our building. We're the stinky neighbors. We've been told that sometimes, when we're cooking something extra fragrant, you can smell it as soon as you step off the elevator. It only gets stronger as you go down the hall. Cookies, cupcakes, chicken broth, homemade bread... I can only imagine. I'm surprised we don't get more random knocks at the door, hoping that we've got extra. That's ok though, I'd much rather be the stinky neighbors than the noisy neighbors (and we have our fair share of noisy neighbors). Oh the joys of communal living. I'm sure this particular dish drove our neighbors crazy. Whenever you've got pork and onion and fennel simmering away, there's no stopping the wonderful smells from wafting where they will. We managed to score some fresh local italian sausage, sold in bulk (ie: not in the casings), which was perfect for this dish. It made for an incredibly rich and robust sauce, that was surprisingly delicate at the same time

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