Ken got me some precious black truffles from his trip to London. I was saving them for a special occasion - his birthday. When the time came, I tried looking for recipes that used truffles - and found out that the simpler the dish, the better. Truffled scrambled eggs seemed to be the easiest of them all.
We did a ceremonious opening of the tiny truffle jar. I had no idea what to expect - they smell kinda briney. And taste like absolutely nothing. I made the eggs.
We tried desperately to love and enjoy the exquisitely rich truffled eggs - but they just tasted with regular scambled eggs. I wonder if I didn't put enough!
This is not the end of my encounter with truffles... I'll be back!
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