Bam!

What's black on the outside, variegated inside, expensive, stinky, and great in scramble eggs or Risotto? Hint: Brother Mike mailed Master and N two because, per the enclosed card: one for N's birthday, the other because they're lovebirds months from marriage. Hint2: see picture.
That's right, truffle! Cut open, ours appear to be of the variety Tuber brumale. Not to be confused with Brumale shoes, the brand OJ wore when he didn't kill Nicole. These truffles are not inexpensive folks. Some French dogs spent an entire afternoon rooting around in loamy forest soil to find them. Better them than me. Thanks brother Mike (aka Jaques du Nord) -- in a word, You Rock! Okay, two words. Now, if you're going to prepare truffles you need a truffle shaver, which of course we have (pictured).
After breakfast with scrambled eggs and truffles we enjoyed our usual Sunday morning walk around the woods by the Case farm. Afterwards, a stop at Costco, and then home, only to discover we'd been locked out of the house. Don't ask, the locks on our doors are like incomprehensible puzzles no upright can solve. Leave through any door but the front door and you're screwed. To boot, all the windows were locked from the inside. Hmm. As a last ditch effort before breaking a window, Master was able to use a pry bar to open the coal chute (circa 1926) through which N narrowly slipped, only to discover once inside that the door to that room had been latched from the outside! So close yet so far. A strong shoulder and more pry bar action and she was able to break through to the main basement area, finally.