Last night, after I made the chicken-pocket things, I made a really nifty chicken risotto. I got some extra virgin olive oil smoking hot, then put in two large breasts seasoned with S&P (as Ming Tsai calls it). Once they’d browned a little, I took them out, added two tablespoons of butter, and threw in some chopped mushrooms and minced garlic. After those cooked a bit, I added the rice (1 1/3 c. unwashed basmati). Once that started browning/getting translucent, I added a like amount of liquid, equal parts water and 1% milk. I can’t believe how much liquid this stuff sucked up… I think I must have added like four more cups over the next 45 minutes. I seasoned the amalgam with the general Italian herb mix, pepper, minced & dried onions, balsamic vinegar, and very small amounts of Frank’s Red Hot and worcestshire sauce. After a while, I added half a yellow bell pepper (diced). Then, later still, the chicken (now chopped up) went back in with a handful of grated cheddar and a little parmesan (like a tablespoon or two).

It took a really long time to make (relative to the stuff I usually cook), but I really liked it. I think the mushrooms were especially important in forming that pseudo-gravy that held everything together. I try not to use them much though because Brett really hates ‘em. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: I also added some fresh parsley and green onions towards the end.

The local IGA had a deal on obscure sodas last time we were there — 5 for $4. I was very pleased to find this included my favorite hard-to-find soft drink: Moxie Cherry Cola. I had a bottle earlier tonight while playing 90s Trivial Pursuit (which I borrowed from my sister) with Brett. (I lost, but just barely. Stupid golf questions.)

I’ve been talking to this local Magic player (Jaime) I met on craigslist. We’re going to try to get together for a game on Wednesday. I’m really looking forward to it — I haven’t played M:tG or GURPS in four months.

I had a really vivid, bright dream last night where I was buying fruit in a shopping mall grocery store in Coos Bay. There were video cameras everywhere, recording everything. Oh yeah, and I was wearing a crimson apron. I wonder if that means anything.

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