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.
On the Daily: March 2, 2026
I eat at Sale Pepe almost every single day. A forkful at the pass. A bowl before service. A slice after. So when a new menu still makes me excited, it’s a real thing. And in a world that feels unstable, there is something grounding about building a table aligned with season, intention, and restraint.