I think I have fallen under the spell of truffles. Yesterday at the annual celebratory festa in Amandola we bought one of our very own. There they all were, precious little ugly black and white jewels from the woods. Sam chose it and we brought it home. He chopped it finely and within moments there it was, stirred into the steaming pasta, filling the kitchen with its bewitching aroma. We were seduced in seconds. And eating it was another thing entirely, so delicious, transporting us to a perfumed world of forest, earth and oak tree.
