Our hunters, Salvatore, one of the most famous in Italy and the master, with is son Massimo. In the car is is the real hunter and star of the day, Stella.
The next one is a diamond truffle, The famous mysterious white with the earthy pungent scent that is so distinctive. It invokes rain, freshly turned soil, and warm forest plants. A smell like no other. Randy inhales his first whiff.
Good Stella! There are little treats in Massimo's pocket that she likes better than truffles so that is her reward.
The church bells peal the noontime hour as we count our truffles and head back to Salvatore's home where our lunch and cooking with truffles lesson is waiting.
We leave the peace of the forest so the truffles can grow quietly feeding on the tree roots until their spores release and call to the nose of a dog and his master.
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