This was Marie’s outrageously delicious gift recently, once-in-a-lifetime splurge – or maybe more, who knows, hard to resist once you know the way. We accommodated our truffle six or seven different ways, my favorite being a very simple pasta dish which reminded me of a fun dinner at Manhattan’s A Voce years ago when Marie’s mother had been visiting and full MINO* was in effect.

There is something viscerally raw and gripping to walking into an apartment that smells of truffles.

The glamour of not-so-thin slices
Edible gold nugget

* Money Is No Object – A expression that was born one day long ago while the three of us musketeers merrily shared a meal generously paid for – albeit most unknowingly – by the fourth and absent musketeer, Marie’s father Henri.