One time I was at the gym and I saw this episode of Tom Cruise on Oprah (not the "I love her, I love her, I love her" one) where he proclaimed himself the 'King of Carbonara'. He made chicken carbonara on the show.
A-Carbonara is not hard to make.
B-Carbonara is really hard to fuck up. (i.e. I don't need this douchebag showing me how to do it. I mean are you an actor, a psychiatrist, a chef...what?) It's fucking cheese, noodles, bacon, chicken, and cream. Seriously, you can't go wrong.
C-I fucking hate Tom Cruise (I know, get in line.)
D-Why is she encouraging him?
Regardless, I still like carbonara. Not even that asshat is going to ruin it for me.
Short story long- I had spaghetti carbonara at the cafe downstairs and it rocked.
I shouldn't be eating carbonara since I'm fat (for that matter, Oprah shouldn't either!) but I decided to go for it and just eat plums for dinner. That's a good trade off. Right?
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