Cheddar Comfort

Not home. Not home and haven't been for a couple of days now. But I want to be. I'm back in the city, working a job I swore I'd never take. They couldn't pay me enough to take that job if they had all the money in the world, I think I said. Then they called with a number and there I went, taking the dumb job. I truly hate it. And I miss my crazy house. I miss sleeping with the windows open. I miss picking fresh, organic mint every morning for my iced tea. I miss watching blue birds eat my stale bread. I miss the slow, dream-like pace of Freeman House.

I want to run home. But I can't. Not yet. So how about a little cheddar comfort tonight? I think it's the only way to go....

I've only recently become a big fan of risotto. And I mean, a BIG fan. Sure, you have to stand around and stir until your arm falls off into the pot, but that's what I love about cooking anyway: I have to stand still. I have to be there. (I think I'm the only gal in the world who turns up my nose at bread makers. Why in the world would someone not want to knead bread? It's so relaxing to me. But then I've always been a bit off, you see.)

Anyway. Risotto. I love stirring it and I love eating it. If you've never tried either - at least not at home - maybe you should. Honest. It's a great way to get some veggies and some creamy, naughty-feeling food down all at once.

My favorite recipe for risotto, thus far, is Nigella's. I just love her. And I just love her Three Cheese Risotto. I don't pay attention to the kinds of cheeses I have, I just use whatever's in the fridge. It's always good. All by itself. It's a simple, satisfying, lovely supper. I'm sure any of these would be, too.

So. If you're thinking of ever making this and live near Fort Worth, Texas, please email me so I can invite myself over. I'll do all the stirring and all the dishes and everything. But you'll have to ignore me if I tear up or nod off in my bowl. Been a crazy few weeks, and lately I've just been in need of a little cheddar comfort....