This Saturday, while I was up in the trees pruning. Sami called out...from afar......"Dad, I think we found a truffle....".
Clip, clip, clip. I kept on pruning but called back over the trees.
"I don't think so Sami. They grow underground and you need dogs or pigs to find them." I replied.
"Oh." he answered. "Well there's this thing with scales peeking out of the ground....I'll just dig it out.
He was out playing with our neighbor and I didn't hear anything for a bit.
A few minutes later he comes up to the base of the ladder (I'm up in the tree).
So I glanced down.
It took about one second.
"Yes. OK. You're right. That's definitely a Truffle." Then after a pause,
"Can you show me where you found it?"
|So much for hounds. This is next to our driveway!|
|This is a staged photo; The truffle was put back where they dug it out to show me.|
And sure enough. They had found, just peeking out of the wet/clay soil the tip of a black truffle.
Now there are HUNDREDs of varieties of truffles. Some are really good. Some are not. This smelled of earth/a bit of mushroom but did not have the really strong truffle smell of the highly prized white ones. But it didn't have the inky or phenolic smell of the bad ones either. Tan inside. Edible. A Truffle.
I think I'll try to have someone with a truffle hound come over in the next few weeks.
Maybe there are more.