The Porcini We Never Found (Or, How You Find Them Anyway, Years Later, at Your Own Table)
My husband and I spent a whole day hunting porcini in the Italian Alps. And came home with nothing. Even the children filled their baskets. The dinner that followed still shapes our autumn table on Maui, and every October we bring pappardelle ai porcini back to Sale Pepe.
The South Found Us First
A Napoletano restaurant on a wet Milanese street. Four tables, off-menu antipasti, and a reminder that your first meal in a new place sets the tone.
What I Eat After Service: Spaghetti Carbonara
All night, I was thinking about this. Spaghetti Carbonara, a glass of red, and a quiet moment at the end of service.
