Well to be honest, I'm inclined to dispense with the truffle idea altogether. Who'd have suspected that a simple food staple would be the source of so much bother!!
As luck would have it, the deli owner who supplies my Foie gras has a brother who lives near the Caspian Sea and is willing to milk a some Sturgeons for me.
As per the previous callers suggestion, I dispatched the pig (sow) off to the beautician where she split an ampule of botox with the wife.
And what a change! The missus, well old 'deadface' wont be doing much beside moving her eyes like one of those creepy horror movie portrait's for a few days, but the pig, helloooo...
Imagine Oprah with a uniform case Vitiligo.