So I’m somewhat settled in now, even though the past two days have not been the smoothest of transitions. First, there’s the fact that I don’t have anywhere to actually unpack anything so I will be living out of a box until I move into my real place in a month. And I also may have had a mini-meltdown when my parents suggested that I leave my cookbooks piled on a table in the basement rather than actually give me a shelf (that’s all I ask for!) to neatly place them on. I don’t think they realize how important those things are to me (although I managed to get half a shelf in the end). But other than that, we’re all getting used to each other again. I’m so used to living by myself and on my own terms that it’s hard for me to remember to be accomodating. I’m also a very schedule-oriented person and my mom is a very play-it-by-year person, so we both need to compromise a bit. I think being able to go for a run yesterday calmed me down, as did my trip to Trader Joe’s. Grocery shopping always puts me in a good mood.
I’ve known that I wanted to try my hand at a risotto for a long time but I had two things stopping me – the white wine and the parmesan cheese. See, risottos are so simple and require so few ingredients that you really need to use some good quality stuff. Unfortunately, I don’t really drink wine very often so I rarely have any on hand and good quality parmesan cheese can get pretty pricy. Luckily, however, my parents are avid wine drinkers and they also have no qualms about spending $13 a lb on high end parmesan cheese from the local Italian supermarket. So there IS a silver lining to this whole moving back to NY thing – I can steal parmesan cheese and alcohol from them whenever I so desire!
When I told my parents I was making risotto, they were all for it so I decided to make enough for the whole family. I originally intended to make a butternut squash risotto but my dad made a face at it, so I switched to a pea risotto. They also insisted there be some kind of meat in it, so I added some diced chicken. Notice how accomodating I was?
The end result: This was really good. The parmesan and white wine really came through and the sweetness of the peas nicely complemented the saltiness of the other ingredients. My mom couldn’t eat it with the rest of us but when I asked her how she liked it later in the night, her eyes lit up and she said she had been gushing about it to one of her friends on the phone just a few minutes after eating it. The true sign of success, however, is that the pan was licked clean. Joanne: 1, Picky Eaters: 0.