Risotto

For the first time in whiles I had the undefinable pleasure to host a dinner gathering for more than two people. It felt like being the aunt/mother/ kitchengoddess that I (not so) secretly want to be, or that other people suspect me of being already. It feels very much like coming home from a hard day at work, soaking wet from the unexpected autumn shower that caught you 200 yards from the front door and being able to sit down with a cup of tea, a glass of sherry and a big plate of biscuits. In other words: wuzzle. Or in words every reader might be able to interpret: as if that was the part I have to play and I was the only one who could do it. It makes me feel good about myself.