If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
Penny-pinching has infiltrated every part of life if one takes as generic starting-point that of Colette and her crowd.
Over-truffled turkeys are Out. A hint of truffle oil, disparagingly dabbed here and there accompanied by a bit of heavy breathing, is In.
Trips to the Continent for months on end, scraping and bowing while dining with le Compte and his bevy of mistresses, are Out. Dining at home and worrying over how to stretch the untruffled turkey bones into a decent stock for gravy, are In.
But we’ll always have Paris.
After all, there is Le Monde online, and there is le blog attached to it.
It’s the In thing to do. Just imagine all the energy use in the food system you’ve saved!
Enfin. Clickey here for Clin d’oeil gourmand. You will be transported, tout de suite! a Paris.