You say Risotto, I say....

After a trip to Mexico in the spring, I have actually been dreaming about a Parmesan and Black Truffle Oil Risotto that we ate down there. It was so creamy and delicious, that I immediately decided I would have to make it when we got home.

Well, as fantastic of a city that Saint John is, we could not find Black Truffle Oil. Yes, we could have made it without, but that's just not how we roll.

Finally, after months of my whining, Darren made a special trip to Halifax just to get me the critical ingredient - he must really love me. Ok, he actually had to go for a heavy equipment auction for the golf course , but a girl can dream can't she?

Last night, with our mise-en-place complete, we hunkered down with our wooden spoons to make the Risotto. It smelled so good, and my mouth was watering ever so slightly at the thought of having this delicious dish once again. 40 or so minutes later, it is complete, we garnish with a heaping drizzle of the truffle oil (I was clearly overzealous with the use of the oil) and sat down to enjoy our masterpiece.

There was just one slight problem - it actually didn't taste very good, and the onions were still crunchy. In my analysis of the situation, I realize I put too much oil and had not enough chicken stock. It was still good, but I've decided to leave the Risotto making to the professionals. I will stick to what I do best - eating.