I have that Bertolli book. I wish I lived in a Napa farmhouse with 5 acres of land and a curing shed and a smokehouse to do that stuff.
I have started to become fascinated with Fergus Henderson and I want to get The Whole Beast and start learning to cook (and eat) offal. I also want to go to St John next time I get to be in London. The whole notion of eating from the whole animal, and not just the muscle fibers, is appealing; as Henderson says, it seems disrespectful somehow to kill an animal just for its shoulder and ribs. From what I've eaten before, kidneys and tripe were a bit of a challenge, but tongue, heart, sweatbreads, 'oysters', trotters, blood (in black pudding), etc are all things I've enjoyed.
I really dislike guns, but I would like to learn to hunt and know how to go and kill an animal and clean it and harvest it for all its stuff including the offal. That just seems like a 'purer' thing than buying industrial meat in plastic wrap under the glaring fluorescent lights at a supermarket. 'Purer' is a horrible word I know and just drips with Ira Glass white liberal guilt, but I can't think of a better one right now. Plus it seems like it would be fun to go and slaughter warm blooded vertabrates.