Emotional Truffle

Today, we present a little something different: instead of a weekly recipe, food for your soul.

I wrote this poem after I heard that Leonard Cohen had died. It is a kind of homage to him and was also inspired by the truffle dinner at CinCin last night. The poem is best when read out loud, in your best baritone voice. ~ Barbara-jo

I am

A fruity fungus

Subtle

Mysterious

light

& Loud.

I am white, Italian, Tartufu of Alba

Come to me in Autumn

SHAVE Mia!

all over

Pasta-Risotto-Seafood & the Vegetable Roots.

EGGS find me weak with desire.

AMORE.

Leave me,

As Winter sets in.

Travel to Perigod, where my French, Black cousin – Truffe – waits for you.

SHAVE Moi!

Boldly.

Caress

Red meat-Game birds-Creamy Leeks.

EGGS are the love of my life.

ADORE.

I promise,

To leave you wanting-

Passionate for more-

of my earthy morsel.