Maude knocked on our front door this morning with a plate of scrambled eggs, topped with grated black truffle (!!!).
Han the Delivery Man had arrived with a parcel for her – a Tasmanian black truffle on ice – a birthday present from her brother. Since her birthday isn’t even in July, I can only assume that Jason was working on the principle that she has a birthday sometime this year, but truffles wait for no-one.
Big Boy came out to investigate as soon as Maude arrived – he could smell the earthy aroma from his room. He and I demolished the dish standing up in the kitchen, with a fork each, working in from opposite ends of the plate. Our first taste of fresh truffle, made possible because we have the best neighbours in the universe!
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