Diary? Confessional?

Hi Internet!

It's Friday night in London (and in a few other places) and I am not shy to say I am a little overserved.

I just made myself a piece of toast with probably about $25 of truffles. Sorry Stefano...I didn't realize that the jar wasn't open until I popped it open...woops...nothing beats drunk SNACK food like truffle toast.

Anyway...the funny thing about British culture is that after drinking drinking drinking no eating and still drinking drinking drinking---- pubs closed...oh, you stumble home and realize that the last thing you ate was a Twix bar at your desk right after lunch...about 12 hours ago...and there is nothing really, anything in your cupboards at all to eat.... you can justify loading up your stale piece of Tesco toast with more truffles then they found in all of Italy in 2008...

Okay, ok. I feel a little guilty. But we found these when we were in Tuscany a couple of weekends ago and... we stomped around the woods for hours looking for them, for any type of mushrooms... so I can feel for the little truffle dogs or pigs...it took us all day to get this many mushrooms:

We ate these mushrooms with fresh fettucini which Stefano made that day and we didn't die. Apparently they were in fact Porcini mushrooms...of course we didn't die from the fettucini although I think he used more eggs than the signora in the alimentari where we bought the eggs from suggested...and he wanted to put butter in the sauce...gasp...you can take the Italian out of Italy but you can't take the Brit out of the Italian (after he has been living here for a decade).

We also collected and roasted these:

Thankfully we didn't come across any angry hordes of these but they might have been good roasted too.