The truffle is a nut of the earth, found for humans by pigs. In their hot and drowsy world of co-existence, both creatures find this musky tuber something savory and mysterious – a lull to both the erotic and gastronomic senses that so inflames them…
You still insist that I am a pig. But I love you, so I must show you what you do not see. If I am a pig, then I will find for you the finest truffles… For when you speak to the animal in me, the animal will answer.
the Porcine Oracle
Additional information:
- Hagensborg Chocolates – the Porkopolis.org staff adores this chocolate. Please visit Shelley, The Chocolate Princess, and order some for yourself – you can experience happily ever after right now. Why wait?
- Hunting the Elusive Tuber with a Pig – David Lebovitz tells us about a trip to Cahors, in the southwesten of France, in search of the elusive black truffle with a truffle hunter and his boisterous pig.
- The poem “Truffle Pigs” by William Matthews – Even the diffident truffle gives off a faint sweat from the joyful work of burgeoning…
- Clam Chowder with Truffles and Turnips – a delicious decadence and warm luxury…