Risotto, Beer and a Brain Fart
Posted: June 6, 2011 Filed under: Mike the Gay Beer Guy | Tags: Arborio rice, chicken stock, Cook, Cookware and bakeware, Mike the Gay Beer Guy, olive oil, Parmigiano-Reggiano, risotto, Stock (food), wine Leave a comment »
First our apologies. Mike the Gay Beer Guy did his part: He got his post about beer and risotto in plenty of time for his monthly post … and then we blew it. We meant to post it on Friday, we really did, but then M got sick and Rachel forgot and Janet didn’t check in because she was too busy and, well, here we are on Monday putting up Friday’s post.
But we know you know how that is so we’re hopeful to have your forgiveness.
At any rate, here are Mike’s pearls of wisdom. Enjoy!
Hi Janet, Hi Rachel. As both of you know, moving is a pain. I moved a few weeks ago, and my new kitchen is simply a chaotic mess … pots and pans everywhere, random ingredients strewn about, AND, in the middle of all this confusion, someone ordered the wrong stove and fridge, so we were stuck with only a microwave for a few days! Although the process of moving is a pain, a benefit is finding all of your kitchen items at the old place that were stuck behind things (I know I know, “things” is a very ambiguous word, but seriously … it’s all just THINGS). On cleaning, I stumbled upon Arborio rice that I had once bought to make risotto. PERFECT COMFORT FOOD. Here is my quick and easy risotto recipe, with chicken stock almost from scratch (I fudged a few things since I don’t have my kitchen completely set up yet.)
What’s in the Bag?
Posted: October 7, 2010 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: grapes, grocery store, paper bags, wine Leave a comment »
Hey Ma-
This is just a little post. It’s a bedtime post, really, after a busy day. My kitties are flanking me and I’m full from a dinner prepared by John and a gin and tonic (yum!) offered by G. M is sound asleep (it happened incredibly easily tonight…too easily? time will tell…) and I’m sitting in the dining room. What I have to share with you today is grapes. They are the littlest and sweetest grapes I’ve ever tasted and they came in the most pleasing little brown bag. I’d walked by the row of paper bags at the grocery store for weeks without peering into them. John and M came with me last time, though, and John bothered to look inside.
Yum!
One of the things I love most about John is that he’s always looking, that he’s rarely moving so quickly or on such automatic pilot that he doesn’t notice. This time the byproduct is the gift of perfect little purple grapes, but this is only one of many tiny, ordinary–extraordinary!–things John has brought to my life.
Anyway, I’m off to bed. I love you and I hope that there’s been a pretty little surprise in your days recently like the paper bag of grapes John brought into mine.
xxoo
R
