There was one word in the body of the email. Carbonara? ... Roll the r's, if you can. It makes all the difference in the world. My tongue gets caught. I could tell he was happy the moment he stepped through the door. I, the bacon, had greeted him. Well. There were mushrooms. Cremini. Two eggs. A mountain of Parmesan. A generous stack of bacon. Fresh parsley from the yard. Tons of black pepper. Shallot, too. And, fusilli. ... We are constantly reminding ourselves to chew.