Posted 3 months ago
Mushroom risotto - but what to make with the leftovers?
Yes it’s mushroom time again. I had some leftover from the gnocchi, plus some chicken stock, so risotto was the obvious option. There’s something nice about risotto - comforting, food writers would say, although I find all good food comforting and have no idea what comfort food is - and something quite cook-y about standing there stirring it. It’s not the kind of thing you can get from a shop.
It’s kind of pointless writing down a recipe for it. I agree with Jamie O that you should cook some onions and garlic (he says celery; I didn’t have any) for 15 minutes to reduce them down to translucent, sweet slithers - so that there’s no bite. But I have done this many times by just cooking this stage for 3 minutes, and the difference isn’t that noticeable.
Good stock makes the difference - it’s always worth roasting a chicken, even on a weekday, it’s only 50 minutes-ish - and stock cubes are always a bit too salty (even for me).
I like mushrooms chargrilled or fried to within an inch of their lives - like bacon for me they should be very slightly blackened - so with the stock pan you have a three-pan strategy going on here.
Also, I used Martini vermouth instead of wine, which apparently is what Italians do, and it does give a satisfying tang to proceedings. You cannot use sweet white wine - I speak from bitter experience, quite literally.
But what do you do with the leftovers?
So here I am with half a pan of rice that I can’t really heat up again. What can I do? Girlfriend’s answer: arancini. Little cheesy dough balls fried in breadcrumbs, made with leftover risotto. Result!
It means “little oranges” and they are little and orange, but the similarities end there, unless you’re fond of putting cheese in your oranges.
Saint J says to get the mixture very cold before firming into balls and then putting in the fridge again to set.
In the manner of Adam West-era Batman, you’ll have to tune in another time to find out how that goes. Watch this space.




Whenever I talk about a particular wine and how it tastes, I am tempted to say “it tastes like wine.”