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Eating in Italy is about following the seasons. You eat what is ripe, there and then. During our stay this time, it was truffle time. No doubt about that.
Thomas pointed out places for us on our map. Marking them with a ball pen. I love to have maps marked with ball pens, just as I love books with dog ears. Terje the driver. I the map reader. The map I´ve bought in Tuscany, GPS, google maps. Taking us to small villages, churches, monasteries. Since Thomas was the one who had marked the map there were many churches. And monasteries.
We drove roads less taken. Up, up, up. I was prepared to get a great view over Tuscany, but no, there were trees everywhere. Driving mountain roads in Italy is different from driving mountain roads in Norway.
We came to one of the monasteries exactly half a minute after closing time. "Sorry, we are closed!"
But on our way down, in the middle of no where, found another monastery. With a restaurant with a truffle menu. And an ancient apothecary.
Truffles. A new taste to me. I had to tell myself that this is something you like Britt Arnhild. And then I did. Then I loved it.Potatoes ands scarmorza cheese flan with fresh truffle. Followed by home made strozzapreti pasta with fresh truffle. Oh, I could eat it again, and again.
While I went for the truffles, Terje decided the hunter´s menu.
On our way up the mountain we had passed a deer and her baby, so I did not!
The old apothecary deserves its own blog post. We deserved another village, another stop. Another coffee.
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Blogs updated:
dagens lille grønne, ideas for a green living, today with Terje making cherry jam
