PrintAt the Marché aux Truffles
Maki of I Was Just Really Very Hungry visits the Marché aux Truffles in Richerenches, France:
I choose a modestly small one, a tad bigger than a golf ball, too shy to touch one of the big, multi-lobed ones. I take it to my nose, and inhale. I wish that at this point I had more poetic words to describe the sensation, but the only thing I can say i s "Wow". That pungent aroma is so unique that it's impossible to articulate. Earthy? Slightly gamey? It's just what it is -- truffle.
From choosing the truffle to cleaning, preparing, and eating it.
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