I am, regrettably, a Virgin Porchetta-ette. It has never crossed my lips, but my eyes see
it constantly on TV: food trucks dedicated to the Muse That is Pork; a NYC restaurant serving nothing but porchetta; David Rocco in the Tuscan hillside wrapping the pork bondage-style to be roasted then carried outside on a 4 ft. board and carved with juices dripping; children trapped as slave labor to collect the fennel pollen required for authentic seasoning. (Okay...I'm just messing with you there. I made up that last one.)
Living in the culinary wasteland that I do, I doubt I'll ever get to try it. But I see it every week on TV.