Ennui and Risotto
I really hate being good. Since the first of the year I have been walking three miles every day. This led to a loss of twenty pounds, aided by having to work two jobs. Then when I lost both my jobs I decided to be extra good (ugh) so last week I quit drinking and decided that after all the walking I could start jogging again. In my rush to sobriety I went out and bought a pair of running shoes complete with the correct orthotic inserts and now I am not only building up my endurance running I am stretching and doing all sorts of other exercises contorting my body into poses it has not taken in about ten years. The good news, my waist is now down to a 33, and I can wear the slim-fit shirts. The bad news, all of my clothes look kind of baggy. Despite the fact that my gluteus maximus is firmer it is buried under a bunch of extra fabric so nobody really sees the difference. I went out and bought some new clothes this weekend just to make myself feel better. I even bought a pair of the skinny leg pants that all my 20-something friends wear. I look good in them, if a bit ridiculous. I think I can pull it off if I leave my shirt untucked.
It only gets worse. I have also been eating better. Not that we ate poorly before. I tend to eat more lean meat, if any at all, portion size is reasonable, without much fat and, well God help me, all this being good is just boring me to death. Yesterday I could not face another steak, lean pork or chicken breast. I went out and bought some shrimp without any idea what to do with them. I found a risotto recipe from my old girl friend Lidia Bastianich which cut out the butter and cheese and just used canned tomatoes, salted water, and some seasonings with the shrimp. It sounded too good, as in good for you, to be true but I went ahead with it anyway.
The concept was interesting; use pureed tomatoes for the main ingredient in the risotto. Water was used instead of broth. The only real seasoning included shallots, some onion, a bit of salt and pepper, shrimp cooked with a bit of garlic and finished with some fresh Italian parsley. I am sorry Lidia this dish was not working for me. It tasted too bland. So I went back to my old risotto friends butter and cheese. I know you are not supposed to mix cheese and fish in Italian cooking. We will call this a French-stye risotto then. The outcome was decidedly more to my liking. And since I have been so good for so long a little butter and cheese was not going to kill me for one night. You can go with Lidia or you can go with me on this one. With this shrimp risotto the butter and cheese is optional. But not as far as I am concerned.










