I adore comfort food. And I just as equally hate comfort food. You know how it goes… Don’t you? Please say it isn’t only me. You love it until you work out the shear volume you’ve eaten or the number of calories you’ve consumed or feel the heavy weight of it sitting in your stomach. Ahh who am I kidding, even all that makes me desperate to eat it…
Carbonara that is, my beloved.
And I mean the Aussie version (it might not even be an Aussie version. But you can blame my Italian friend Sam for calling it the Aussie version!) with the cream. Lots and lots of cream. And do I ever make a mean version of that. When Ms Y was living with us she would often beg for a meal of carbonara. She would break her stringent weekday diet to eat carbonara. And when I wasn’t on a low carb diet I would make it for her.
I even love the fact that it’s name has carb in it. It makes it seem honest, trustworthy in some way. Like, it has been completely up front with me and there are no surprises to be had with it. What you see is what you get with carbonara.
Now I think about it, there’s not a great deal of hate there. Maybe I just love carbonara. Maybe it’s just love/love. How fitting, given that it is Valentine’s Day. Hope you all had an awesome day. it was a beautiful sunny Sunday here. What’s not to love!
Suger 
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