However, on Thursday night after a storming eight mile treadmill run I had some leftover chicken and mushrooms that were begging to be used up. I was thinking of a quick mushroom stroganoff, but got a pretty lukewarm response from the boyfriend. Lord knows that no man has final say over my kitchen, but I do my best to please all the people all the time, and so I dug out the Arborio rice decided to scale the risotto mountain.
Ran into a small snag half way through cooking when I realized I didn't have enough chicken stock to complete the recipe. At this point it was do or die, so I was forced to improvise. Luckily , I remembered that I had a lot of chicken noodle soups tucked away in the cupboard, so I ran them through the sieve, and voila - a few cans later I had a sodiumy, but perfectly acceptable substitute.
A LOT of stirring later, and no butter (pat on back), we had our first household risotto:
Broke out the his and hers blue and pink bowls for the occasion. So cute!
VERY filling. Consider the risotto mountain conquered!
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