Last weekend we found ourselves in a suburb and decided to pick up some groceries while we were there. We stopped by one of my favorite markets, Byerlys, to pick up some treats for the weekend as well as the basics. After putzing around the store, we noticed at the front there was a table with a large basket of truffles. Not chocolate truffles, or anything common, but real, live black truffles from Italy. We were in awe.
So we stopped to chat, and since we were still celebrating Husband’s birthday that evening, he picked out two little black truffles and had them wrapped up. Meanwhile, the FoodE expert (it actually said that on her nametag) served up some scrambled eggs with shaved truffles. Let me tell you. When she shaved those truffles, I nearly fell over from the scent. Unbelievable. So incredibly intense.
Needless to say, when we got home, we made scrambled eggs and shaved those truffles right on top. And we smelled nothing. Worse yet, we tasted nothing. The eggs were bland and the truffles had a tiny flavor of rot. Yuck. And all that for $50? When Mother-in-law arrived hours later, we showed her the truffles and with her expert nose she smelled Mold. Now that’s gross. So, we’re not touching the truffles. We’ve been had.
I spoke with Byerly’s, and they promised to call back with an answer, but we’ve had no luck. At this point, I dont want another truffle. Or the money. I’d take an apology and a gift card. Come on, already.
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