And I do mean truffle, the white ones and the black ones, those gnarly, earthy nuggets of delight, the ones you dream about, their shavings falling like heavenly snow flakes on your tagliatelle. Yes, those truffles.

Categories: Eating, Life in Italy, travel • Tags: acqualagna, carpaccio, fano, metauro, tagliata, tagliatelle, tartuffo, truffles