Afternoon/evening, weekend coffee sharers! I realise I’ve not been particularly chatty for a couple of weeks now, because things have been at once hectic and not very interesting.
The main thing occupying my attention at the moment is my trip to Bologna – tomorrow. It is unfortunate that the clocks jump forward tonight, but the alarm was always going to be ridiculously early – will my body really be able to tell the difference between four and three a.m.? (Please say no.)
As I have yet to begin the horrendously frustrating game of Tetris that is packing, I shouldn’t really be blogging just now, but when I saw today’s Daily Prompt I thought I’d make a quick contribution:
Tell us about your favorite meal, either to eat or to prepare. Does it just taste great, or does it have other associations?
I have to admit that around 60% of the excitement I’m feeling about this trip to Italy is, frankly, thanks to the food. I cannot wait to be fed free Italian food for the next five days. However, my not-so-secret, slightly bizarre obsession, and the meal I am most looking to, is spaghetti carbonara.
Now, I know for many of you, this is probably a pretty boring meal. For me, someone with seriously simple taste buds, who had opted for burgers and chicken in restaurants up until the age of sixteen, this was the most interesting food choice I had ever made. Having discovered it was good, I then proceeded to eat it in every restaurant possible for the next… well, for the next ten years, because I haven’t gone off it yet.
It is quite strange, because having made this successful choice in trying something new, it could have encouraged me to try that more often. And yet, if carbonara is on the menu, I will choose it 9.9 times out of 10. It is so comforting, so filling and just so good. It is not an exaggeration by any stretch of the imagination to say that I have tried around seventy carbonaras. I am an expert spaghetti-twirler (although given the choice, I prefer it with penne).
It’s strange, because I dislike most of the individual elements of the meal, but together they just work. I have never had a bad carbonara, although I remember the shock when I was first presented with one that did not yet have the egg mixed in. I go to restaurants so that I don’t have to make my food! I still can’t make carbonara myself, following a disastrous attempt that nearly put me off eating, never mind the meal, for good.
Despite the many carbonaras I have tried, from Scotland to Spain, France to London to Little Italy, having carbonara in Italy itself has remained on my bucket list.
Let’s change that this week, shall we?
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend!