Loosely inspired by my detailed reading of this excellent article's take on Toronto foods:
A newcognizant taste like a remembered earthy vanilla. Earthy but vanilla-ee. Yup, that's how I would describe my first experience with truffle. Now. I did not pay an exorbitant price for this truffle oil, so to expect a flavour out of this world was not in the plan. And yet, it was unique; oh is it a unique taste. And it leave me wanting more.
Apple. Pink Lady, prolly.
Goat cheese. Yep. Only the very best for this dairy freak.
No maple syrup. No honey. The hardest part, honestly.
Some Astro yogurt. Ah, not organic, not goat or sheep yogurt, but value/price is unmatched.
Cardamom. Ah, always a breeze of freshness in the mouth.
The aforementioned truffle oil. Yup, that's right, it was infused. Yes, dear readers, I admit it: if you're underage, you probably should ask your mummy or daddy if you can read further. I am saying this seriously, despite how childish it might appear. No child wants to have psychoactives thrust upon them.
Anyway, the truffle oil, I am getting high on because it was infused with THC. I love it. I really do. And I'm so glad that these cannabinoids are many and not just few because honestly, it's totally unfair how previous generations get to have all the fun discovering things on the planet while I'm stuck indoors and outdoors ranting about stuff. In other words, I continue to discover more in my mind while I work on grounding myself more with my walking escapades (what the hell; made it to Yorkdale and CostCo yesterday and loitered around trying to catch my bearings and overwhelmed by the speed warriors).
Okay. I will publish this now because my foodscapade is done... for now.
