A long time ago, in a life far far away, back when hubby and I thought nothing of making Friday night dinner reservations at some of the best restaurants in town (pre-baby, obvi), we ate a dish that was, for lack of a less dramatic word, life-changing. Yes, I said it. I went there. We’re talking about Chef Michel Richard here so you know I’m not exaggerating (too much).
ONION. CARBONARA. No, not pasta carbonara with a lot of onions. Onion carbonara where the onions ARE the pasta. I know, right? Everyone and their mom is inspiralizing and zoodle-ing and sweet potato noodle-ing but who ever thinks about letting that stinky old onion in your fridge become the star of the show? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll dive headfirst into a bowl of caramelized onions but I never thought of onions as a main dish or even a side dish….