It was definitely agretti that we were served with our black risotto.
But, at the same time, I think somebody has been pulling the leg of Cahal Milmo, the hapless writer of the piece in the Indie. Either that, or supermarkets in Tuscany can expect ravening hordes from Umbria and Lazio to sweep over the borders in great numbers practically at any moment. Last time I looked, agretti was sitting peacefully (and untroubled by grasping hands) on the shelves of my local Esselungha...in pretty impressive quantities, too. Could it be that the story was actually a load of old cods?
Tonight's dinner (still leftovers):
Terrine of Foie Gras with toasted brioche
Grilled Pork Chops with Pommes Parisiens
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