The TV is murmuring quietly in the background as she potters about the kitchen, collecting ingredients and fetching pans out of the cupboards. She is soothed by the simple actions of preparing the meal – peeling and dicing the onion, slicing the peppers into fine slithers. This risotto is a recipe that she can prepare without thinking, almost unconsciously going through the motions.
A knob of butter melts in the heavy-based pan and she stirs in onion and garlic, the comforting smell already making her mouth water. As they begin to brown, she adds the rice, coating the grains in the buttery sauce before pouring in a glass of wine white. The liquid scorches and bubbles in a violent cacophony that spits the delicious smells higher into the air around her. The sauce thickens as the moisture is absorbed by the rice, and she adds more stock to keep the…
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