Bacon Bolognese — The Long Noodle, Whatever You Have

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The grocery store had no calamansi. I substituted lime. The substitution was acceptable. The acceptable is the working version of perfect.

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The pancit I made Sunday used what I had — no calamansi, just lime, and the substitution held. That is the spirit I brought to this bacon bolognese, a Western noodle dish that carries, for me, the same logic as pancit: long noodles, pork, something savory that fills the kitchen with the smell it should have. After a week of night shifts and thirty-second text exchanges and unread emails I chose not to open, I needed a pot on the stove and something that took care of itself while I wiped down the counter. This did that. The noodle is the noodle — Filipino or not, the long-life meaning holds.

Bacon Bolognese

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

• 8 oz spaghetti or linguine
• 6 strips thick-cut bacon, chopped
• 1/2 lb ground beef (80/20)
• 1/2 medium yellow onion, finely diced
• 3 cloves garlic, minced
• 1 can (14 oz) crushed tomatoes
• 2 tablespoons tomato paste
• 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
• 1/2 teaspoon dried basil
• 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
• Salt and black pepper to taste
• 1/4 cup pasta water, reserved
• Parmesan cheese, for serving

Instructions

1. Cook the pasta. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Cook pasta according to package directions until al dente. Reserve 1/4 cup pasta water before draining. Set aside.
2. Render the bacon. In a large skillet or Dutch oven over medium heat, cook chopped bacon until the fat renders and the edges begin to crisp, about 6–8 minutes. Remove bacon with a slotted spoon and set aside, leaving drippings in the pan.
3. Brown the beef. Add ground beef to the bacon drippings. Cook over medium-high heat, breaking up the meat, until no pink remains, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Drain excess fat if needed, leaving about 1 tablespoon.
4. Build the sauce. Reduce heat to medium. Add onion and cook until softened, about 3 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more. Stir in tomato paste and cook 1 minute until it darkens slightly. Add crushed tomatoes, oregano, basil, and red pepper flakes. Return bacon to the pan.
5. Simmer. Reduce heat to low and simmer uncovered for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until sauce thickens and flavors meld. Taste and adjust seasoning.
6. Combine and serve. Add drained pasta directly to the sauce. Toss to coat, adding reserved pasta water a splash at a time to loosen if needed. Serve in bowls with Parmesan grated over the top.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 520 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 52g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 680mg