When I was a kid, the only mushrooms I’d ever eaten were canned or jarred in a tasteless brine, cut up in little bits that I occasionally tossed into tomato sauce and served over spaghetti. One night at a restaurant, I sampled my first fresh mushroom and that was it — I fell in love.
I grew up in a diverse neighborhood in New York City, and as it happens, many of my friends and relatives are of full or partial Puerto Rican descent. As a result, I’ve been fortunate enough to have enjoyed some really delicious Puerto Rican dishes. I’m still learning but I’ve been able to get a
