Comfort Food

My comfort foods have changed over time. Once it was an omelette or beans on toast or rice pudding; now it's risotto. I have a panful on the go at the moment, getting ready for work this afternoon, and I suddenly realised that I've made quite a lot of it of late. It may be association; every time I make risotto, I have this memory of Hwngo patiently showing me how to cook it just after we'd met. Or it may be the process; the physical act of stopping everything for 20 minutes just to tend to my pan of rice. Whichever it is, it's comforting. And -ahem- somewhat fattening, but I'm not going to go there today.