A friend brought me dried mushrooms from Italy. I made them with pasta the other night, used up all the pasta, but still had sauce left. The result is the dish pictured here. As I made it I imagined the mushrooms saying, "We come all-a da way from-a Sicily for dis?" /dp
In cooking and eating, sound is the forgotten sense. But you can tell whether you're cutting scallions correctly, or how good your chocolate is, by the sounds they make.
We ride shotgun with Texas Monthly taco editor José Ralat as he embarks on a week-long taco road trip across Texas.
