emily’s carbonara

emma's carbonara recipe | nomad with cookies

It’s time to tell you about my friend Emily.

I met Emily the summer before 8th grade. I didn’t like her on sight. In fact, the word “nemesis” was tossed around.

I’m going to be upfront with you and admit there was no acceptable reason for my staunch disapproval. She WAS from Houston. If that weren’t enough of a reason, she was friends with OUR friend. Well, that just wasn’t okay. He was OUR friend, and how could our clique possibly allow him to be friends with another person. We’d already met our quota. Pfft.

Then…

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I can't remember the last time I wore pants. Or shoes that cover my toes. 

What happened to natural progression of the seasons? One day, it was sunny and gorgeous. Then, a torrential and endless wintery deluge began.

The rainy winter blew in like…

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I enjoy experimenting, trying new ingredients and using my husband as my own personal guinea pig.

But then there are those days. Days that seem to drag on forever as the clock ticks by at the speed of mud, when a coworker is just a little too irritating, when I have more unread email than patience, when there’s a torrential rain storm and of course a hundred errands need to be done, when the dentist is running 4 hours late or when I just plain woke…

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So I kept flipping through Bon Appetit to try and find other inspiration. But that recipe kept pulling at me. Why was I so scared of orange and prosciutto? I’ve eaten sea urchin, and veal tongue, and pig feet. I’ve ingested food from a NYC street vendor (which is truly taking your life into your own hands). I’ve accepted candy from strangers. Surely, I can give one…

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