We are going to the dogs up here in our ivory tower—pasta carbonara for lunch. Fuhgeddaboudit carbs-bashers, gluten be damned, Dr. Perlmutter avert your eyes; we are digging into piles of fettuccine tossed with egg yolks, red pepper flakes, bacon, and handfuls of grated parmigiano-reggiano. We’ll pay for it but it sure tastes good right now. Be here now.


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