When Eggs with Truffles Arrive at Table

When Eggs with Truffles Arrive at Table

There exists a culinary tradition that has developed over the centuries to allow a dining participant the opportunity to receive the maximum enjoyment of this extraordinary peak experience. To participate fully and indulge in the world’s most intense sensory event one must follow time honed and perfected process. Every sense, at a heightened level, is continually involved in this, the ultimate culinary moment. The pace required must be extremely slow and exquisitely deliberate, almost to the point of motionlessness. One must be prepared to gracefully and consciously allow a harmonious flow of all the elements associated with consuming Truffled eggs.

One is to be seated in quiet anticipation. The aroma announces the pageant’s start as the fragrance  permeates the air while the treasure is carefully brought  to the table in a slow paced procession . The extreme muskiness that exudes from the plate, almost visible, as it engulfs one’s very being, in a fragrance like no other and the recipient is taken to a special sensory place reserved for the culinary gods. It is life, the earth, wholesomeness, nature’s purity, all in one scent that becomes  overwhelming and uniquely intoxicating.

As the plate is placed in front of the guest it is not just customary ,or required but like the earth’s magnetic pull, an inexplicable force draws one’s face close to the plate until almost coming in contact with the small culinary jewels of shaved truffles. One breaths deep, as if preparing to hold in the air before an underwater plunge, which is also analogous to breathing in the scent of a women’s fragrance on the first night when one fell in love. It becomes like a fog engulfing everything and becoming lost in the mist that hides all else from one’s view. One is devoted only to absorbing every delicate waft and drift of aroma. A great pause naturally occurs before the next symphonic movement.

Next the fork, ever so carefully, gently scoops, as if lifting a baby asleep so as not to disturb , a small portion with one truffle shaving or a few small pieces of treasure onto the fork.  Anticipating the elegance of this taste, one guides the fork into the slightly open mouth as if waiting for a kiss from one’s beloved , lips parted slightly, awaiting the delicate taste of bliss. As the fork is deliberately inserted  in the waiting opening, the lips close. As if experiencing the sense of taste the first time the entire body explodes in delight. After the utensil has been inserted it is slowly withdrawn between moist lips while a taste of purity intensifies in one’s mouth. Soft, perfectly cooked egg seems to melt upon the tongue along with the incredible taste of truffle. Like gelato eaten in Florence, on a warm Italian night, that is absorbed in one’s body, all of one’s being is infected with a sensory intensity that imparts a harmony with life. A long and lingering pause, for reflection and indulgence of what has transpired, is taken. Evoking a feeling of momentary ecstasy. Like lovers having just shared a moment of bliss the experience is savored. These steps are meticulously repeated in a slow, methodical manner until all has been consumed. Then a final gesture of reverence is observed as one lovingly traces a finger across the plate to gather all stray elements and one last touch upon the tongue is performed.