Treated ourselves to a nice dinner last night.
Linguine carbonara and
pasta with seafood;
Clinking glasses filled with
Riesling and Pinot Grigio.
Apple galette a'la mode for dessert.
After dinner-- at the wine bar, we split a flight.
Already full, I reasoned with
my belly that there was still room for a small
plate of smoked pork risotto. I ate every
kernel on the plate, sipped wine, drank water,
let the music wash over me--
Filled beyond belief.
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I guess that is truly beyond belief.
ZACL, At dinner I was torn between the pasta or a risotto dish, so when I saw that they had risotto on the wine bar menu, I could not resist. I don't know how I did it but I don't think I'll do that again.
I love rissoto! And anything with French name sounds great.
Keiko, Risotto is Italian, and yes, anything with French name or spoken in French sounds irresistible, non? Oui, Oui!
Funny thing is I didn’t have my first risotto until about six months ago. It may have been longer. I was going to blog about it and the restaurant. Maybe I still will. The restaurant has an interesting name. It was the best risotto and since then I’ve tried to order it on the menu if offered. Delicious!
I had seen risotto made on so many cooking shows—that must be why I finally had to have it when I saw it on the menu.
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