There are certain simple things that we could go through life without experiencing and not be poorer for it.
There are certain simple things that we could go through life that, once experienced, we are much richer for it.
Both of which I thought were the pinnacle of flavor for anything.
Until last month.
Goddess and I were lucky enough to be able to go on a truffle hunt just outside of Dijon, France, where we were led by a farmer and his gorgeous young Lagotto Romagnolo (Romagno Water Dog) pup, who was full of energy and lacked some of the focus that he’ll gain as he gets older. The farmer explained that they switched from pigs to dogs for the hunt because the the pigs would eat the truffles. But whenever the farmer wasn’t looking, the pup snatched a few truffles of his own.
Those were not cheap dog treats.
Yep, those truffles are €350 per kilogram. That’s about $220 per pound!
After the hunt, where the pup found several black truffles, the farmer took us back to his farmhouse, which was more like a small castle than a farmhouse, and gave us a taste. A lovely variety of truffle appetizers – truffle and liver paté, truffle and rabbit paté, truffle and duck paté, etc.
To say that the taste of a truffle is heavenly would be severely understating the facts.
And that small taste was an experience for which we are richer.
So this past Friday, Goddess and I joined some dear friends for a dinner in Heidelberg. It was at quite a swanky joint that far surpassed any dining experience either of us had ever had. Smack dab in the middle of the dinner, during the third of five courses, we were served a pigeon breast on a bed of pearl barley, covered with a truffle sauce and thin slices of the wonderful fungi.
Although we’ll continue to seek out truffles from time to time, I think that a bottle of Amarone or Brunello is more likely to be within reach. But do yourself a favor and give truffles a try, if you can.