The truffle hunter
Mar 23, 2020
3 minutes
TEXT SAM WOULIDGE
I like to end a meal with coffee and chocolate. I will happily forfeit a good night’s sleep and a thigh gap for caffeine and cacao. A crystal bowl filled with bright, shiny-papered Lindt balls or gold foil-wrapped Ferrero Rocher is my equivalent to my ma’s elegant post-dinner-party treats served with coffee. Marie was partial to Cote d’Or bouchées. , we called them, because they were shaped like elephants. They were unlike any chocolate I had ever tasted. A world away from the fake-flavour Sam used to hide in his clothes cupboard among his polyester paisley cravats.
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