In fact you might be surprised when the waiter comes up behind you, leans over your plate and begins shredding the carefully re-cleaned truffle "we've found" over your steaming ravioli. Yes, near the end of the tour you generally end up at a place where you will consume this rare tuber over something steaming hot and fairly neutral in taste. People like that.Īnd you get to eat truffles. I mean, you get some fresh air, some excercise, a bit of sun- you get to pet the dogs, remember. (We also value gritty, although quite a bit less than we value "real" if it involves walking in hot sun with ticks.) We come to the silly boot to have experiences that aren't fake. Now you feel I am saving you from being ripped off, don't you? After all, we vacationing humans value "real". Let's get down to it: he is likely to have planted that truffle to teach a brash, young dog the ropes of finding it. Oh, the fun, the intrique, the need to deceive. The other truffle hunters watch him like hawks. He cannot reveal his most productive soils or he would be out of work. The man with the big stick is likely to have planted the truffle you have observed close up. If you were paying attention you might notice that I have used the word "exhibition" in the previous sentence. The young man will give the truffle to the cutest young woman so that pictures can be taken. The dogs release their pent-up anxiety by bounding thorugh the soft grass, yapping for some heavy petting. The audience that has funded this exhibition is generally wowed by the action and applauds lightly so as not to startle the gods of good favor. He bends, he plucks, he beams an ugly, warted, dusty mass rolling between his fingers like a beguiling cats-eye weilded by a nemesis tempting you to risk everything in your marble bag. When the dogs yap, and they will, the truffle man responds, raising an eyebrow before wrenching the troops back from the trenches with fearless arms, guaranteed him by his constitution. I have seen lowly mutts paw the tender soils under trees with the exagerated vigor of army privates fearing the brig, a young man with a carved stick giving orders and encouraging them. I am a veteran of countless truffle wars. First, let's get the bona fides out of the way.
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