Totentrompete

Thin flesh, so it goes from raw to leather fast. Fat buys you time.

The black bleeds grey into the sauce, which is the point of the dish.

Custard, omelette, scramble. Anything that will hold the colour.

Sweetness underneath, because this mushroom brings none of its own.

Contrast is visual as much as anything. Green on black, hard stop.

It smells like the forest floor already. Thyme signs the address.

Acid keeps the smoky note from reading as ashtray in a cream sauce.

Sweet white flesh, black smoky trim. It plays the truffle part for a tenth.

Bulk it out with trumpets and nobody counts the shavings.

Both dried, both tannic and smoky. Steep it into the braising liquid.

Same colour, same bitter roast. A pinch in the sauce, never a spoon.