AT THE TABLE • AT HOME • SEPTEMBER 21, 2026
The first carbonara.
The chicken was good. The carbonara was okay. That is exactly why the dinner was worth writing down.

Some dinners confirm what you know. Others show you where to begin.
I was cooking for Michelle and our daughter. I roasted a California blend of vegetables, pan-seared the chicken and cooked the entire 1.74-pound package so there would be enough left for another meal.
The carbonara was the new part: eight ounces of Rummo spaghetti, about three and a half ounces of guanciale, Parmigiano-Reggiano, eggs and plenty of fresh black pepper. No cream, butter, garlic or olive oil—just the ingredients that make the dish what it is.

I used three whole eggs and one yolk with about three-quarters of a cup of Parmesan. The sauce came together, but it was creamier than I intended. The carbonara was okay, not yet the version I want it to be.

The chicken had a good crust and finished where I wanted it. The vegetables browned nicely. The carbonara gave me a starting point—and a clear reason to make it again.
The point of a first attempt is not to prove you can do it. It is to show you what to do better next time.