We have our truffles man, whos well hidden at the end of a winding country road. Rain still keeps fallling when Eric and Polka (the truffles dog) takes us out to the truffle forest. By the way, truffles are surrounded by many "myths", let's kill a few: you don't hunt truffles with a pig. You did a long time ago but today, generally, you use a dog. They're friendlier, and easier to manage (and to transport) than a pig. Second, the dog dosen't have to be an exotic race from Italy or somwhere else. We've met several truffles dogs and they have been all sorts of races. Some are what the call in French "bastards", perhaps not very kind, but it's simply a mixed race dog. Polka, our dog, is charming, very young and very keen to go truffle huntig with us.
In the end, it's not a bad truffles day, in spite of muddy feet, muddy hands, wet clothes and more. We even find a BIG one wheighing in at 156 grams!
-truffles canapees of two kinds: pate and truffles buttre with a truffle slice on top and sea salt
- scrambled eggs with truffles and a crips slice of country bred fried in olive oil
- a delicious fish and tagliatelle pasta with a creamy truffles sauce
- cheese: truffles stuffed camambert on a bed of young salad leaves with olive oil and truffles dressing
- creme brule' with a thin slice of truffle on top
A entire meal with everything with truffels, except the coffee...
And with some truffles in the bag to bring home for hose who so wish. What better occasion to buy one of the luxurious tuber melanosporum than when you've hunted it down yourself?
Tomorrow off to Chateauneuf!
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