To make a great risotto, you have to have the patience of Job, the creativity of a master painter, and a really strong stirring arm.
My husband, thank god, has all three, and I live for the nights when he breaks out the special copper pot, and his old wrecked wooden spoon. Last night he cooked up one of his masterpieces; the pumpkin, sage, chestnut, bacon and a couple of secret ingredients risotto.
I don't know how he does it, just the time to cook down the onions is enough to put my brain in a frizz. I think it's the total absorption, the way cooking can take you away from every other care, and you have results; a yummy nurturing, nourishing, sublime, never-quite-the-same-twice creation at the end.
And the wine never hurts one bit either....
I thought the label was funny. Little baby Jesus and the vines.
But you know, you find faith in all sorts of places!