Is there any other kind? Every time I read about buying truffles it always seems to be out of the back of a truck in some narrow alley with hushed voices, the surreptitious exchanging of cash and it’s always dark and stormy out.
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A Canadian part-time in Provence offering insight, anecdotes and occasional cooking lessons for the French at heart. Lover of wine, food, cycling and all things pleasurable, here are some of the stories and discoveries along the way.
Is there any other kind? Every time I read about buying truffles it always seems to be out of the back of a truck in some narrow alley with hushed voices, the surreptitious exchanging of cash and it’s always dark and stormy out.
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