Valente’s Porcini Pasta

The Porcini Torchio was one of the first pasta dishes we added to the menu at Valente’s Cucina. At first, it did not sell at all. We decided to run through our supply of it and take it off the menu. Naturally, it began selling like crazy that very night and remained a fixture on …

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Porcini Pappardelle Pasta

This variation on the pasta dough will be more luxurious and golden-colored than the original porcini torchio pasta made at Valente’s because of the egg yolks. Feel free to substitute the yolks for water if you’d prefer. Make this twist on the extruded Torchio pasta from Valente's Cucina


The door is a wall

Being a creature of habit, the dog can’t understand why I won’t let him out through the door that is now a solid wall.


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Hand to Mouth

By the crowded garage Adjacent a strip of stores The puddle put out a cigarette I was without a jacket Or hooded sweatshirt In the dense rain, under grey skies You insisted we had pure bliss Does that ring true in this abyss? Does this really seem like How we should persist? Running blindly with …

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