Black Gold, French haute cuisine, that is!
Truffles - Black, White and Brown!
These humble amorphous lumps of fungi fruit dung,
are diamonds in the dirt.
Much coveted by chefs all over,
for their taste and nice aroma.
But, wild truffles on the loose in the fields,
elude the foibles of weak, human nose sniffs.
So, rout out the dogs and pigs!
Blow the horn, rustle them up.
Get the hunting hounds out,
the sniffer pigs, the horses.
The hunt is on!
We're hounding down the truffles,
buried deep, down among
the dead-men roots of oak and hazelnut trees,
hidden subterranean.
Watch the sows, mind their grunts,
for pigs devout, with sniffer snouts,
plough up the soil to root them out.
Beware, look out, watch them!
For sniffer sows also eat what they rout.
They love their truffles, au naturale, dirt and all.
So take care you rein them in,
and muzzle their sneaky snouts,
Dogs are better truffle hunters than pigs,
when the hunt is done, and truffles dusted.
For, dogs are sniffers, not snout routers,
pointing paws at truffle lairs,
and not clawing prey out.
Better still, dogs don't like the taste the truffles.
Leaving pigs and human taste buds to
to titillate, salivate,
and devour the truffle hoard.
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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One more mysterious (to the uninitiated) activity you've revealed here, John. Thanks.
Easy to train those dogs?
Couldn't you pension the pigs off?
Can't wait to see the Movie: Truffle Hunter when it comes out. Old guy has his truffle dog stolen and must get it back. Full of meaning, I suppose. Cheers
So you are a truffler, or whatever?
Not yet, I\'m working on it. 'Bella' the dog chases rabbits!
Not a too ignoble cause.....
A fine write and pic John.
Thanks very much. Cheers and Best Wishes.
Amazing how far we are willing to go to satisfy our buds. Quite a ways after reading your words
Especially for such nondescript balls of what looks like ' a ball of dung' a beetle would roll. best eaten blindfolded. Cheers John
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