Truffle Here, Truffle There, Truffle Every-Bloody-Where!
In the last six months, something has changed in Singapore.
Everywhere you go truffles are on the menu. Not the whole truffle, just
the flavoring, so when you want to order a simple little portion of French
fries to soak up some booze or push the hunger pains away, you get truffle with
that!
Can I tell you something? I BLOODY HATE TRUFFLES! I despise truffles. I hate the way it smells. I hate the way it tastes. I
hate its texture. I just hate truffles. I couldnāt give two shits itās worth more than gold by weight, nor could I
give two shits that itās considered haute cuisine outside of its traditional
countries - i.e. France, Italy, Greece, Spain, etcā¦
It just tastes like shit to me, and now I canāt avoid it.
Iāll always remember Steve and I having our first date after
Lex was born. Some friends invited us to an Australia Day gathering and it was
an awesome night, all except the Michelin Star chef added truffles to EVERY
dish - even the bloody ice cream. Steve looked over at me and gave me the look -
he knew exactly what Iād think of that. Ugh! Thankfully the company was great,
we had an awesome night, I ate around the truffles (not that you ever really
can) and Steve was in his element because he loves all sorts of weird and
wonderful food.
In Asia truffles are on the menu because people love luxuries
in this part of the world. Thereās a lot of money here and people like to spend
it on the good stuff - with food front and center of that value chain. There is
a reverence around food and family in Asia that is quite inspiring for me. Just
check out your Asian friendās Facebook posts - pictures of food right? Itās
important. But hereās a little fact for my truffle eating friends. The truffle
you are eating is not even truffle. Check out the Truffle Oil section on Wiki and youāll see youāre eating artificially flavored truffle
using a synthetic agent. So whoās posh now?
As you can tell, I just donāt like it, donāt like it at all,
and now, every bar and restaurant I walk into is oozing with the smell of
truffles. Even if I donāt order it, when someone at the next table orders a
dish it just makes me want to vomit on their plate because I can SMELL it! I
even ask for no truffles added, but a little bit always makes it in and I can
ALWAYS taste it.
Life is not as bright with truffles in it I must say.
Anyone else notice this trend and struggling with the rancid
stench of truffles? Or are you more aligned with my husbandās pleasure in
eating this expensive fungi?
Yours, without the bollocks
Andrea
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