Massimo Bottura is he so cleaver, or is it coincidence, a camouflage desert named a hare in the woods. I guess this isn’t new and I am not sure, but it’s cleaver enough when you see the fall in Italy and realize that this is a visual-symbol of what fall tastes like.

I asked around and found out that the menu in the summer includes Parmigiano-Reggiano in five different temperatures and textures. When desert arrived it didn’t matter much because the hare’s blood with black truffles and Jerusalem artichokes almost made my guest puke. I tried it and it wasn’t that bad, a savory desert with a backlash.