Thursday, March 13, 2008

risotto, waking, clear

The chicken we roasted on Sunday serves four people. There is cold chicken for the two of us on the next day and yesterday a risotto made from the stock. The risotto rice is gradually swollen with hot stock. It is dressed with a mixture of dried ceps and fresh cultivated mushrooms stewed in butter and a little dry Madeira. A fitting end to this generous bird.

Wake this morning to the song of blackbirds.

Satisfaction this afternoon at having cleared a line of books that has accumulated on my desk. Now only two stand by - Chambers Dictionary and Petit Larousse.

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