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
A fruity fungus
I am white, Italian, Tartufu of Alba
Come to me in Autumn
Pasta-Risotto-Seafood & the Vegetable Roots.
EGGS find me weak with desire.
As Winter sets in.
Travel to Perigod, where my French, Black cousin – Truffe – waits for you.
Red meat-Game birds-Creamy Leeks.
EGGS are the love of my life.
To leave you wanting-
Passionate for more-
of my earthy morsel.