Bacon is my friend. Bacon makes me feel good. My soul cries a little for vegetarians. However, when I was in the grocery story yesterday...this appeared. Seems, kind of wrong.
Pasta is typically one of the cheaper entrees at a restaurant. In fact you can often get an endless bowl of it for ten bucks at your local Olive Garden.
But a "plate" of pasta on the menu at Bice, an eatery in Midtown Manhattan, is anything but inexpensive. The dish, featuring homemade tagliolini pasta topped with two pounds of fresh lobster and black truffles, will run you the year-accu
I'm pretty sure that if it sounds like it's bad for you or might actually induce a heart attack...I'll enjoy eating it. Who wouldn't? So in my next cooking venture I thought it only appropriate to attempt something that required an entire pint of heavy whipping cream.