Tartufo al Tre Scalini

Many years ago, sitting in the Piazza Navona sipping my espresso. I noticed people eating a small brown oval slathered in whipped cream . . . and smiling. “What is it?” “Tartufo!” “A truffle?” Not the kind that pigs seek under oak trees but the kind that we sweets lovers devour and remember for years and years. I can remember the taste of my first tartufo at Tre Scalini. Still great. These can be made ahead and kept in the freezer, so why not make a batch and smile a lot.