Thursday January 1
New Year's is a day to
recuperate. We had a light lunch of the
traditional (Albert) Herring (can't stop punning after last night), and took it
easy through the afternoon.
When hunger pangs struck around evening, we ransacked the
fridge for the last remains of the Christmas duck, and found a cupful of broth and scraps from the
bones. There was also one last cup of
Arborio rice, and the end of a bag of dried porcini. So we minced up a quarter onion, gathered a handful of lemon thyme from the cold garden, brought out some
frozen chicken stock to eke out the duck broth, and set ourselves in front of
the stove to stir up a risotto.
The result couldn't have been more magnificently
full-flavored if we had planned it and bought all the ingredients. Another triumph for leftovers.
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