Risotto is my bitch

I'm not what you'd call a "patient" person. Basically, I want what I want when I want it, and if for some reason I can't have it, I convince myself that I never wanted it in the first place. It may explain why I've been single for going on three years. It definitely explains why I've never been able to make risotto properly.

Yesterday, I was on a mission to make risotto for two reasons. One, I'm an Italian woman who cooks, which means I should be able to make risotto. The second reason is a little more complicated.

The thing I miss most about the ex is the pear and gorgonzola risotto they serve at the restaurant where he works. Naturally, once you've gone through a bitter, awful break-up, you can't just pop into the restaurant where your ex-boyfriend works for some risotto. And I miss it. Horribly. Most nights, if someone gave me a choice between sex and that risotto, I'd choose the latter. Okay, I just got a mental image of getting oral while eating the risotto, and it was pretty much the most awesome thing ever.

Anyway, so yesterday I got to work and made a pear and gorgonzola risotto. And it was delicious. Not as good as the restaurant version, but I think I'll get there with a little practice. And the best part? My friends won't have to listen to me whine incessantly about the fact that I'm not allowed to go to the restaurant anymore and will never, ever have their delicious pear and gorgonzola risotto again. Actually, no. the best part is that I have leftovers.