I had this image of myself romping through the Italian woods, slim jeans (always slimmer than the true pic) tucked securely into knee high, waterproof boots, hugged by a warm sweater that I wouldn’t mind getting smeared with shmutz and the company of barking, highly trained dogs alerting our very own trifolau (truffle hunter) to the exact spot where these lumpy tubers would be pried free of the moist soil with an ecstatic yelp of ECCO!
I flew off to Northwestern Italy to hunt truffles and taste the magnificent, Nebbiolos, Barolos and more lovely reds than I can clearly recall. Continue reading
Contributed by Katy Morris
Now that it’s truffle season you may want to know what all the fuss is about. For sure, it’s best to be educated before you consider finishing a dish with shavings of these precious nuggets. That’s wine connoisseur David Lynch (above) checking out the goods before buying them from a truffle hunter in Alba. To read more about the many options for vegetarian and kosher friendly pasta and fish preparations in Lombardy, stop back on Thursday to read about Liz’ truffle and wine adventures in Northwestern Italy.
But first, here’s the scoop on truffles:
Do I really have to fly to Europe to experience the indulgence of truffles? Continue reading