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July 10, 2012

Grain by grain

      'Risotto,' he said.
      She touched his cheek. 'It's lovely having somebody to cook risotto for one. It really is.' And then she burst out laughing. 'How corny I sound.'
      'But it's true,' he said, smiling and laying his hand gently against her cheek;  the reciprocated gesture. 'There's something very calming about risotto. You can eat it very slowly, if you like, grain by grain, cherishing each one. That's how we should approach life, I think. We should savour every little bit of it, every single grain.'

from A Conspiracy of Friends, by Alexander McCall Smith
(Chapter 57:  'Risotto at Last')

For some reason, this third installment of the Corduroy Mansions serial didn't seem to have the same ... fun? zippiness? mental wide-rangingness? ... as the first two books had. But I still enjoyed it very much, it still had its moments, and there's risotto in it again (risotto being a recurring theme in Professor Smith's work). 

{beautiful hand-hammered copper risotto pan found here}


Lilac In May said...

Lovely piece, I so agree about risotto. It's the original happy meal!

Nan said...

I'm just now reading the first one, and so enjoying it. Lots of wisdom in those little chapters. And how I love the dog!

Karen K. said...

I like the No. 1 Ladies' series but I never got into Corduroy Mansions. However, I'm tickled to read about risotto because it's one of my favorite things to cook for myself. It's one of the only foods my husband won't eat so I only cook it when he's not home for dinner.

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