After a long Saturday the 6 of us treated ourselves to a wonderful dinner at Da Marco’s (my fave restaurant in houston – drool). Not only was the meal PERFECT, but it was also educational. “Tangliolini with truffles” was on the special chalkboard that evening. Not only did I not know what the heck tangliolini was (celina looked at me like I had just asked what a cracker was – “you’ve NEVER heard of tangliolini, ali?”), but apparently I did not know what a truffle was. I mean, I knew I loved the truffle oil risotto at da marco and I could pick out a truffle in a blind taste test, but if you asked me what exactly a truffle was, I had nothin’. So, Celina and Jason gave me a lesson in truffles. The story immediately sounded suspicious to me. According to the Stabell’s, the reason truffles (a type of fungi; looks like a piece of coal, etc.) are so expensive is b/c they are so rare. And why are they so rare? Because only truffle sniffing pigs can find them. Yes, like a drug dog. Just that the drug is a truffle and the dog is a pig. I guess I should have more faith in Cel and J, but you have to admit it sounds like bullshit. Celina also informed us that truffles were from Normandy, then quickly admitted that that part was indeed bullshit. So, upon arriving home, I did a quick google fact check on truffle pigs and found this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKyJ_KFgNwc

and this:

http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?sec=health&res=9804E3DD1739F937A15750C0A964948260

Oh ali of little faith, the Stabell’s weren’t f’ing with you at all!! It’s true.

I guess that means there is only one thing left to say: Thanks pig, for finding my truffle. The tangliolini would not have been the same without it