Risotto

Okay, one last post today, because I can’t believe how easy it is to make risotto. I’ve never really had homemade risotto before, and I’d heard rumours of its trickiness to prepare, but they were lies, all of them. I made this very simply with butter, onion, garlic, and my favourite vegetable stock (Imagine brand — I’ve always got a box in the fridge) and tossed in some chopped basil and spinach right at the end. It tasted amazing — so much better than I was expecting for the amount of work required!
I also had a bowl of strawberries and cantaloupe, as well as some asparagus. At least, I meant to have asparagus. I remembered it halfway through taking Minnie for a walk after dinner — poor old asparagus, sitting half-steamed in the microwave. Luckily, since I hadn’t finished cooking it, it had steamed itself to perfection by the time we got back. So I ate it. And thus the tragedy was turned into a. . . different kind of story. . . that ends with me eating asparagus.
Those kinds of stories are always a little bit rubbish, if you ask me.