One after another leaves me less than enthralled, which is not the way bliss is supposed to work. A purveyor confirms that it has been a bad year for truffles. It’s possible to get a good one, she says, but on the whole this is a lousy lot.

Finally, I choose two small truffles and take them on the road.

As the song says, you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime you just might find you get what’s really expensive and not very good but it’s better than not having at all, so you take it, like it, and shaddup about it.

That’s bliss for ya.