The truffle in question—which resembles the charred remains
of a cold fireplace log, but also, from the right angle, kind of looks like a
cat—is about a foot long. It is unclear whether the “guest of honor” was seated
at a prominent table and sort of glowered at everyone, or instead taunted them
from another point in the restaurant, flanked by security guards. Presumably
the truffle made its presence known, since even a small black truffle can
perfume a room. Here’s how Thackeray describes that distinctive smell …
03 April 2015
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I was introduced to Truffles while visiting Orvieto, Italy back in October of 2003. It has been a love affair since then.
That's a big one.
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