I might have to return to slowly stirring stock into risotto, despite my extreme stuckness on the non-cooking issues swirling around that one.
Speaking of domesticity: The Kitten and the Cat were curled around each other on the platform at the top of the cat tree this morning. She was grooming him. He seemed nonplussed.
It's in the 40s mid-day on the San Francisco Peninsula. We're not used to this.
