Yesterday, all my truffles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay.
Truffle oil. Who would have thought that a few drops could make such a difference to a dish? I made mashed potatoes and artichoke hearts to go with my corned beef. I added a few drops of truffle oil, made by the Wine & Truffle Co., Manjimup.
As soon as I tasted it I recognised the flavour. This was actually the dish I ate at the Quest in Auckland long ago, which until now I had thought was a variation of skorthalia, and which I have been trying to reproduce ever since. Got it at last!
“Sweet is the memory of past truffles“, as Marcus Tullius Cicero probably never said.
I believe it was Mark Twain who nearly said “I am an old man and have known a great many truffles, but most of them never happened.
And I believe it was Arnold Glasgow who might have almost said “Nothing lasts for ever, not even your truffles“. He was a wise man. He also said “Most people only want their fair share. And yours“. Ain’t that the truth.
Lastly, in case you are overpowered by all this, I shall also misquote Mignon McLaughlin:
A sense of humour is a major defense against minor truffles.
I have always found it so. Works on major truffles too.
Remembering life, a good blessed life
I’m forgetting all my truffles
I’m forgetting all my truffles …