One doesn’t need to linger long at this site to know that Mrs. NH and I have acquired a real taste for truffles while living over here in the old country. Of course, while many of my readers see this as just another example that NH has gone all high-falutin’ euro-style, I see it as more of a matter of supply and demand. You see, over here, they charge a premium for crappy tacos. Brisket? Can’t buy it. Cheeseburger? $15. Oreos? No way, José.
But truffles are relatively plentiful in some of the places we frequent. For example, you can’t go to a restaurant in Istria without finding several truffle dishes on the menu. So, since eating locally is in fashion these days, we’ve worked the truffle into our home menu. We have a cabinet full of them, to be exact. We’re truffle hoarders.
Interestingly, that came in handy last month while we were in Piedmont at the exact same day that they were having the International Truffle Festival in the quaint, rustic town of Alba – in the heart of the Italian Truffle basket. The fact that our cupboards are already full of truffles meant that we didn’t have to fork out any dough other than the 2 Euros for entry and a few more Euros for wine tastings. But we got to witness some of the biggest and most beautiful truffles in the world in a unique, “how did this become my life” setting.
Up until my recent trip to Moscow, this was the most fun I had ever had at a trade show. Truffles were the main attraction to be sure but another 50% of the show was devoted to regional wines, pasta, meat, cheeses and desserts. The best part, they were giving out samples. Truffle cheeses, goat cheeses, truffle sausage, chocolate truffles, wines and even some cheeses that looked like things that had been scraped of the bottom of my shoe. I tried ’em all.
Then, there were the people. Let’s not forget, these people are Italians. They take their food and drink very seriously. They’re also quite engaging after you ask them a few cursory questions about their product. Americans seemed in short supply at this show and being one might have actually helped us score an extra nibble of sausage or a little taller pour of wine. (The myth of Americans being hated in Europe is happily just that, a myth.) I picked up some of the best Barolo’s and Nebbiolo’s I’ve tasted for a hair over $10 a bottle. Italian’s know how to do wine. They make sure it’s all very good. Then they charge a reasonable price and make their money that way. By selling all of it. If it is exceptional wine, they charge a little more, but generally in this part of Italy, wine snobs are the exception to the rule. With two college education funds to contribute to, I’m thankful for that!
If you’ve ever entertained the slightest thought of visiting this festival – do it. If you’ve entertained the thought of visiting Piedmont but aren’t a hard-core truffle head, plan your visit around the time of this culinary trade show and you will be a convert before you drive out of town. It’s a real European curiosity and a particularly awesome part of Europe.
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Thank you for your the description! Happily, my husband and I will be traveling to Italy to celebrate our 20th anniversay and will be there October 11 and 12th! Can you direct me to more information about the location etc. as well as places in the region to stay? This sounds fabulous! Are there cooking demonstrations as well?