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The Honolulu Advertiser
Posted on: Wednesday, November 6, 2002

Carbonara: Rehabilitating a classic recipe

 •  No-fear carbonara: the Marcella Hazan method

By Emily Green
Los Angeles Times

Done right, spaghetti carbonara is light and luscious — not heavy. And starting with a good-quality pasta does wonders for any sauce, even the cheap bottled kind.

Los Angeles Times

We weren't wrong to fall in love with spaghetti carbonara in the 1970s. We were early. We did it before we realized that cheese is better grated from a block of Parmigiano-Reggiano than shaken from a can.

And we were innocent. We could not quite keep our sauces straight. Often as not, we confused fettucine Alfredo (which employs cream) in place of the eggs necessary to a true carbonara, exchanging a supple texture for a heavy one. As for what we did to the noodles, adding oil to the cooking water, flinging partly cooked spaghetti at the wall convinced that a done strand would stick, then rinsing this flogged pasta in cold water ... Your honor, we seek the mercy of the court. We were young.

Then came Italian chemist Marcella Hazan, so beloved even strangers call her Marcella. Her meticulous series of books on Italian food, starting in the 1970s and progressing through the '80s and '90s, introduced Americans to the kind of food that Italians actually might recognize. She won my heart with spaghetti carbonara. She offered a recipe radically different from the heavy, salty-sweet American standard, while raising a skeptical eyebrow over its supposed origin as a World War II dish concocted by Italians for GIs yearning for bacon and eggs. She describes the earthy flavor as "unmistakably Roman."

But by the time Hazan fixed the recipe, and the right ingredients found their way into stores, America was abandoning the dish. Young cooks were too busy discovering osso buco, risotto and baby artichokes to bother with a pasta synonymous with restaurants that had canned peas on the menu and "My Way" on the jukebox.

If fashion wasn't hard enough on spaghetti carbonara, do-gooders weighed in. Health officials began to rumble ominously about perils posed by fresh eggs, and dietitians stepped up scolding about the deleterious effects of fat and salt. Carbonara was not just out — it was, we were led to believe, out to get us.

Ah, if only a steaming plate of it would mug me this very minute. I can think of no better food. That an entire generation has missed out on the dish seems unfathomable, faintly criminal, every bit as wrong as the worst excesses inflicted on the dish by my own generation and my parents' before Hazan came along. If any food got a bum rap, spaghetti carbonara is it. If any dish deserves rehabilitation, a glorious new vogue, this is it.

First, forget the stuff about it being heavy. It's a light dish, light enough to have been a traditional starter. Moreover, food poisoning from the eggs is the remotest of risks, unless the cook cracks the eggs hours before making it, then leaves them sitting around.

But spaghetti carbonara isn't a dish for newborns, convalescents or people who have a fearful relationship with food. It's for food lovers. It's food best eaten warm, right from the stove, in the kitchen, as dinner for two. The preparation of spaghetti carbonara could not be more congenial. It comes replete with its own dynamic, its own tantalizing tempo and heady succession of good smells.

Always start by setting out a large pot of water on the stove. It will be boiling by the time you need it. By the time the cork is squeaking in a bottle some robust tannic red, the air should be moist, with steam running down the windows. As your guest swirls the first taste of wine, you are tossing out the garlic from the infused oil and adding the pancetta.

Your guest suddenly looks wolfish. For mercy's sake, give the guest some olives! Better yet, hand over the watercress so the guest can pluck off the stems and drop the leaves into a bowl for quick tossing with olive oil and red-wine vinegar. Served as a main course, the only thing you'll need with spaghetti carbonara is a side dish, or palate cleanser, of a watercress salad. Arugula works too. But not lettuce. It needs to be a peppery green.

The pancetta's ready. The parsley is chopped. You cut a slice of parmesan for your guest to nibble, then hand him the grater and the cheeses. The Romano, the slightly sharp sheep's-milk answer to parmesan, will provide piquancy.

You've got a steaming pot to check. You raise the lid, making sure the water level is still high. Pasta needs room to cook properly. You add a dramatic dash of salt, which causes the water to roil — you feel like a magician. It subsides, and you slip in the pasta and adjust the heat so the pot doesn't boil over. Most important, you stir it with a long-handled spoon and set the lid at an angle for the steam to escape.

Now you crack your eggs into a serving dish — Hazan prefers a flat ceramic roasting dish to a bowl; easier tossing. You add the grated cheese, the parsley and the pepper, tell your guest a story, listen and laugh. Reheat the pancetta that you've deglazed with a splash of white wine. Toss back the last of your first glass of wine.

It's time to check the pasta. Fish out a strand. Look at it. The change in color is so distinct, from wheat gold to translucent amber, you'll always know a done noodle by its hue from this day forward.

Now comes the theater. You drain the pasta and decant it quickly from the strainer to the serving dish with the eggs, and toss. The water trapped in the noodles will loosen the mix.

Just as the cheese smells rise, you add the bacon. Your guest might faint with anticipation, but because there are only two of you, in only seconds your plates are full, your wineglasses are full, you are winding the hot pasta on your forks and toasting this good life.