No – not to buy a fat pig. We don’t eat Babe in our household. But we do love a good truffle or truffle accompagnement.
Last weekend I was feeling the need for truffle-related things. So off to market we went: Borough Market. On a Saturday. We got our game faces on.
We made it to Borough Market (tube station: London Bridge) around noon and I beelined for the goods (helloooooo truffles) and my less-truffle-centric-partner headed for the baked goods (typical, the man could live on baguettes).
Here are my Borough Market favorites:
Pâté Moi: organic mushroom pate! to.die.for
Taste Croatia: white and black truffle oil – I have to resist the urge to put this on everything I cook. They also have lots of other truffle products (truffle pate!) as well as beautiful fig jams.
The French Comte: oh comté – you are the cheese of my dreams. There is nothing better than a 24-month aged comté… unless it is a 36-month aged comté!
Tartufaia Truffles: another truffle-y wonderland. Truffle honey?! This may be the end of the world as we know it. Death by truffles.
There are also fantastic vegetable and fruit stands offering amazing deals (and/or outrageously marked up legumes, so choose wisely). I managed to get a nice handful of morel mushrooms for next to nothing – throw that into the truffle mix, some asparagus or peas (or both – wild thing!) and voila risotto worthy of a Michelin star!
And if your hankering for some foliage around the house, stop by the cute little flower shop in London Bridge station – it is literally a hole in the wall but the best kind.