I love risotto. I love making it, I love eating it, I love how comforting it is, I love how versatile it is, I love that it's always welcome when I don't know what to cook, I love how it's never exactly the same. Whenever someone asks me what they should cook, I pretend to think about it before saying 'risotto'. I just love it. I really think a few forkfuls of risotto on a bleak, gray winter day can make absolutely everything better.
Alas, this is not a post on risotto.