A current advert on Classic FM advises listeners to store their leftovers in clear plastic boxes so they can see them. This evening I tipped the remains of last night's risotto out of a blue mug and heated them up in a non-stick saucepan.
Arborio rice is grown in the Po valley. I found this out from Wikipedia. I also found out that its high starch content makes it particularly good for absorbing flavours.
I tell my students never to cite Wikipedia in their assignments.
I first read of the Po valley in the Don Camillo books by Giovannino Guareschi. The hotheaded and muscular priest, Don Camillo, spends his time and emotional energy trying to outwit the Communist mayor, Peppone. And all this under the scrutiny of the never-to-be-fooled Christ who looks down on him from a cross above the altar in the village church: a wonderful characterisation of conscience.
As long as I have rice, and an inch of leftover white wine, I can usually find the wherewithal - however empty the fridge - to make risotto. This one included mushrooms.
the best day so far...I can see you growing into this....x
ReplyDeleteI love this blog, Liz. In some ways its style reminds me of Sylvia Smith's 'Misadventures', which chronicled a totally unremarkable life in a deadpan style. However, while the lack of any real substance to the story was part of that book's quirky charm, I sense your blog has much more going on just below the surface!
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