For Crying Out Loud

You may think that quite backwards of me to have never made risotto, but I had never eaten risotto before. It didn't really sound very appealing since I had spent a long time cooking rice so that each kernel would be individual and separate from the others. Then I was at Heidi's last week and she made a risotto for supper. It was good, not all gluey and gooey as I had imagined. I mean, how could it be bad, really? So when I was at Trader Joe's today (yes, they have even come to Cleveland), I bought some of the special short grained rice. I can't remember what it is called. Abrizzo? Something like that. And we had eggplant in the garden. (Boy, do we have eggplant, and really beautiful eggplant too! I used to think the only thing you could do with eggplant was to deep fry it. I have learned many things since. . . )
Anyway, I made risotto con whatevereggplantisinItalian, only I changed the recipe because I didn't use the white wine and I didn't have any fresh mozzella. Too bad, but it was pretty good anyway. And very low sodium. Daddy and I have majorly changed our cooking and eating habits. I am afraid that some of you might no longer enjoy eating here as much, but we are going to be so healthy that we will live to a ripe old age.