That said, I love the stuff. And I don't mean the artificially flavored kind--that right there is good reason for the Chopped judges to kill off a contestant--but the really good kind from Italy that gets its flavor from a piece of truffle in the bottle. THAT truffle oil. I adore it. Not having any fresh truffles on hand, like who does, I'm fond of a few drops on scrambled eggs. And two weeks ago when I on a whim decided to attend an event for which I needed to bring a food item, I made a parmesan-rich macaroni and cheese to which I added some fresh tomato just lightly cooked in butter and a bit of truffle oil to the fresh bread crumb crust. Killer!
Yet I hear it poohpoohed all the time as a fad whose time came and went, and maybe that's true. American restaurants probably used a lot of it for awhile and they no longer do once home cooks all bought a bottle and it was no longer new or exclusive. But meanwhile, in Italy, nothing's changed. It's always been around and always will be, because it's GOOD. They don't have to get over it.
And neither do I.
