I've slept very little lately - not sure why - but it did have the happy result of making me drink honey vanilla chamomile tea, which smells incredible (like some kind of terrific baked good) and tastes passable. I really resent insomnia as a problem, though, because I love sleeping. Not okay.
I'm having a sudden craving for risotto, but have no arborio rice and no fresh vegetables. No matter; I will forge ahead bravely with Minute rice, a single onion, domestic Parmesan, Great Value unsalted butter, and six-month-old boxed chicken stock. My plan: sauté the onion, cook the rice in onion drippings and butter, mix in hot chicken stock, and finish with large amounts of cheese. It will probably taste a lot like rice with onion and cheese, but I'm okay with that. I will report back.
Grinnell is cold and buried in snow. I look forward to spring. Haven't written anything in a few days; maybe I should do a mini-NaNo? Or perhaps actually revise something?
2 comments:
Hey, if you want to mini-NaNo (yep, verb), I'm totally willing to spar with you. I need a fire lit under me, because with all the plot changes and reforming my novel, I'm just dead upset whenever I think about rewriting it.
Also, anything with onion and butter is amazing. I'm sure it'll turn out great. And if you're interested, Better Homes and Gardens has an AMAZING vichyssoise recipe that I'd be happy to pass along. No risotto, of course, but still.
Yeah, definitely - I was thinking maybe a weeklong NaNo? Let me figure out some possible weeks.
And yes please to the vichyssoise.
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