
Start time for the prep.

The cheese with the mustard has nothing to do with dinner and everything to do with drinking and cooking-nibbles, you know.

The garlic is ready.

The main ingredient.

Olive oil, soy sauce and liquid smoke, with the garlic.

Red and yellow sweet peppers-green would have been fine but I wanted color.

The best thing about cooking is drinking. This is an opinion I arrived at well before today. And let me add that when I decide to spend ridiculous amounts of money on Burgundy, I prefer Leroy to DRC-perhaps apostasy but I think Madame's wines are sublime. Never an indifferent bottle. (This is a mere Bourgogne but as good as any Village wine. And she manages to bring it under 13% alcohol.)

Ready for the meat.
Ready for some risotto.

It's quite obvious that I have had a bit of alcohol at this point. Taking pictures of knives seemed like a good idea. (Still does, sorta)

Cooking.

Cooking longer.

The risotto is almost ready.

The table, with winter gloves. (No idea how I missed that.)

Oh! I switched watches. I used this one for timing the risotto.

Done.

Done.

Plated.

Plated.
It tasted great. As did the wine.
If anyone is still with me you are invited for leftovers.