'Rustic' is the key word here. Very rustic. So rustic, in fact, that it bears no resemblance to the image I had of it in my mind, when I dreamt it up one boring lecture. Still, browned butter, rosemary, a dash of truffle oil and pastry = delicious any way you slice it.
This is, of course, B.T. As in before Trufflapocalypse, in which I spill half of my expensive bottle of truffle oil all over the inside of a cupboard and have to mop it all up *sob*.