Some years ago, I travelled to Northern Italy with my daughters (they were three at the time). We stayed in a wonderful, 15th century villa not far from Verona. It was my first time in Italy, and I told the girls we would be doing plenty of eating.
My enduring memory of this trip is the gusto with which my children devoured their food. Eliza, who had previously been quite unadventurous with her chow, discovered Spaghetti Carbonara and has relished it ever since.
I had not eaten a Carbonara since that trip that reached the culinary heights of those evenings in Verona, Milan and Venice. That is until I ate Angela’s version in Los Angeles. I eat it regularly, perhaps a little too regularly, and guzzle it down with a good beer.
This recipe makes enough for two good servings.
It has become increasingly commonplace to use regular bacon instead of pancetta. I suspect the large supermarkets are to blame for this, many of which inexplicably do not sell pancetta. It really is worth hunting down some good pancetta for this recipe. It makes all the difference.
Angela sometimes places the bowl containing the eggs and cream over the pan of boiling water for a minute or so, just to warm it a little. And she always serves it on warmed plates.