caro mio
While I’ve always taken on the personalities of my roommates to some extent, my current roommate has to be the most extreme. About a month into living with an obsessive cyclist/chef, I couldn’t live without either.
One of the first things I made in this kitchen, entirely out of necessity, was this recipe for spaghetti and fried eggs. Predictably, given my general approach to this sort of thing, it’s become my obsession.
If you set out to deliberately make it, I’ll tell you this: the trick is the freshness of the eggs. I’d never put much stock in it until I made this recipe with eggs from my boss’s farm, freshly laid that morning. (“Courtesy of the girls,” said the note on my desk.) Now I’m single-handedly supporting every chicken-coddling daycare farm in England.
Anyhow, feel free to forget about this post until a few weeks or months from now, when you find yourself stuck in the house with nothing but the barest necessities. Maybe it’ll come in handy.
