I told him it wasn't worth it....

So Jeff got the idea that he wanted to make risotto. Now risotto clearly violates my long-standing (and rarely broken) rule that if it take me longer to cook it than to eat it, it's not worth it (this does not include the crockpot, marinating, etc because I'm not actually doing anything, just waiting). But Jeff was determined. He became this way because of his cooking girlfriend and her recipe for risotto primavera.

So I come home Monday night and instantly jump on the computer to do a quiz for class as Jeff starts making the risotto. An hour later I finish the quiz and he's still at it. And he's just about hitting the "why the hell am I stirring for 20 minutes straight?" phase, so I take over to stir.

Now you should know that stirring is pretty much my favorite thing in the world. Nani used to have to literally take the spoon away from me as she would say "Let it cook!" So when I only last 2 minutes on stirring duty for the risotto, it has firmly landing in my "not worth it" food category.

So Jeff comes back, declares it done enough and we eat. And it's pretty good. BUT STILL NOT WORTH IT. So that was our first and probably our last time making risotto...until Jeff forgets that it was agony and decides it's a good idea again.

Also, as a sidenote, the chicken I marinated to go with it was delicious. I marinated it in one of the six different kinds of sauce we got when we went to the Craft Fair a couple weekends ago, which we considered a great victory.