What was I up to at 8am today? Carefully handling this smelly little brown ball.
Human poo? No. Dog poo? No. Possum poo? Nope.
This stinky brown treasure breathes and you can eat it... What is it you ask? It is a very pungent souvenir my parents brought back from their recent Tasmania trip.
I have to take my little smelly buddy out of the container to breathe for ten minutes each day and then it goes back in the box in the fridge. Not sure what I'll be making with it.
Since I'm on my cooking strike it will have to be a really fabulous recipe if it is going to be a strike-breaker isn't it?
Any ideas, suggestions?
P.s It's a truffle