I was riding around with John this afternoon helping him compile food for David and Carianne's wedding on Sunday. He was telling me about this new restaurant supply shop he found. He and the owner apparently hit it off while talking about various different types of truffle oil. When John explained that he knew the difference between white and black truffles, the owner's face lit up. He immediately reached under the counter and pulled out a special vile saying, "I'm not supposed to sell this to you, but this is the extract that we use to make the best truffle oil. Take some for your wedding and mix it with some other innocuous form of oil like grape seed oil."

John paused at this point in the conversation, looked out the window and then he said, with all the emphasis of a priest handing you a communion wafer, "Some day, I'm gonna buy duck from that guy."

It was hilarious.