Basket! Of! Cheeeeeese!

[mrissa]

Pazzaluna made me a basket of good Parmesan cheese in which they served my risotto. So, to recap: wine. Garlic. Saffron. Rice. Asparagus. Wee tomatoes. Chicken. And basket! of! cheeeeeese!

This made me just irrationally happy. I mean, when you get as far as "rice," my brain immediately wants to go "paprika tomatoes broth!" and start making Spanish rice. And my Spanish rice (edited to add: acquired from timprov) is so good that apparently my mom has spent not-insignificant amounts of time making my grandma jealous that Mom is in closer proximity to the potential for having my Spanish rice. It really is just that good. But then basket of, oh, that's generally promising. mkille, onehipmama, remember the basket of Malaysian food I got, the noodle thing? Like that. But with cheese.

I think I'm extremely lucky that I'm the kind of person who can be made irrationally happy by baskets of cheese. Because lots of people are stuck with the kind of brain chemistry that gets them miserable for very little reason, but give me a swingy little skirt and a good book to read and a basket of cheese, and I am more or less set.

Also it turns out that seven years of marriage is long enough to not get carded when buying wine any more. Maybe. We'll see if it's consistent from here.

Comments

[timprov.livejournal.com]

Isn't it my Spanish rice?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

You found the recipe, but I've made it more times. I will edit.

[timprov.livejournal.com]

You don't have to edit.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

No, really I need to get past this block so you and markgritter and all can read it.

Oh, the entry. Right. Well, I already did.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I have put it on my list and will try to get to it today.

[von-krag.livejournal.com]

Tim man face it, what's yours is hers, what's hers is hers.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Culinarily, I am a black hole: what's anybody's is mine. As long as it's good.

[reveritas.livejournal.com]

word to this!

[mkille.livejournal.com]

I do remember the noodle basket, but I'm trying to picture how one would weave cheese. Glad it was good, though, and happy anniversary!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

It was less woven, more matted.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Felted cheese!

[warinbear.livejournal.com]

I mean, when you get as far as "rice," my brain immediately wants to go "paprika tomatoes broth!" and start making Spanish rice.

Paella?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I'm not clear on the difference, but most things I've seen advertised as paella had more stuff in them than my Spanish rice does.

[warinbear.livejournal.com]

If the only things that go into your Spanish rice are the ingredients listed, then no, it's not paella. In my senior year of high school <mumble> years ago, my Spanish 4 class (all nine of us) spent a Saturday at the teacher's house, using her kitchen and knowledge and our ingredients [1]; it took over five hours to cook, starting from raw vegetables and unprepared meats, and never mind how long it took to clean up. Da-yum [2], it was good, though.

[1] Except the saffron. Señora Thomas provided that; it's a bit expensive for a high school student.

[2] Pun intended.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Saffron is expensive for everybody. Worth it, though. I am always quietly appalled when people try to substitute turmeric in for saffron, as though its purpose was solely turning things yellow.

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know, M'ris. We've been married nine years and I still get carded when buying wine at certain stores. That said, I saw someone at the same store who clearly looked in his 50s getting carded, so some places just card everyone. I know my grandmother was carded getting beer in the past year, and she's in her 80s, so I don't think you will ever be free of that piece of joy.

Heathah