Risotto Nero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Three different Italian delicacies sat before her, each one carefully plated and arranged. The Pappardelle al Ragù Bolognese which was a wide ribbon pasta draped in a rich, slow-cooked meat sauce, garnished with fresh Parmigiano-Reggiano. The Osso Buco alla Milanese was was braised veal shanks in a savory white wine reduction with vegetables, served with creamy risotto. The Minestrone di Verdure, which was a hearty vegetable and bean soup, finished with a drizzle of olive oil. She wanted Roman to have options, to see that she had put thought and effort into this. She clapped her hands together in front of her chest, a gesture of pride, and turned to face the housekeeper, Jane.

Eve then stretched from her seat after some minutes of silence to explain. “It was the fastest we could get, seeing that there’s an Italian restaurant not too far away. That one that looks like soup somehow is called minestrone. That one is called Penne all’arrabbiata, my favorite! The third one is called cacciuco. You should know the spaghetti. And The last is risotto. They’re all nice actually, Italian is a regular in our family.” I smiled at her as I stared at the food, not having the heart to complain.

The waiter placed the plates in front of them carefully. Sophia’s Risotto alla Milanese looked like a golden masterpiece, creamy and rich, with saffron giving it a beautiful yellow hue. Dante’s Ossobuco, a slow-cooked veal shank, looked just as perfect, served with roasted vegetables and a savory gremolata on top. The waiter poured them fresh glasses of champagne before stepping away. Sophia took her first bite and let out a satisfied hum. “This is amazing.” Dante smirked, cutting into his meal. “I only take you to the best.”

“What do you want to eat?” Mishka narrowed her eyes at Kiara. “Chicken and Mushroom Ritoto… no, Rissoto,” She said again and Mishka scratched her eyebrow while listening to her, “Rylie’s nanny made this today for us, and I really loved it!!!” She trailed off while Mishka recalled Christian craziness with Risotto and he was up to eat at any time even if it turns cold. “Mummy, Risutu is my new favourite, it was so yummy. I’m kicking noodle out of my favourite list.” Kiara said. Her eyes were shining, describing the first experience with Risotto while scratching the wooden table with her fork.

But Hayden shook his head, and they left the room after wishing us a lovely dinner. "I don't even know the name of all these foods you have ordered." He smiled, then pointed at the first plate, "Then let me help you; this is Los Alibris, saffron risotto with forest mushrooms, Chinese chicken salad, British slow classic slow-cooked bolognese, seafood and chicken paella, spaghetti with ham, ceps, and black truffle, whipped yellow peas with spicy aubergine, and..." "I think I heard enough because I did not catch any of their names, and I wouldn't remember it even if you told me from now to tomorrow," I cut in.

"You seem to like trial and error, Miss. My advice is not to. As the saying goes, a patient man's temper can be very dangerous." The serious situation ended when Zever's gesture brought the still—hot skillet to the kitchen table. "Take your plate, Lion." Meanwhile, Zever was already with his own plate and pouring risotto, an Italian specialty made from rice, broth, and aromatic herbs that intensified with the rising smoke. "Come on, miss. Take your plate." Rose just followed where the food would be served. Besides being hungry, she wondered what Zever's cooking would taste like. Would it be as good as the fragrance that tantalized her gastric reaction.

The waiter carefully placed the plate in front of me, and I was immediately captivated by the vibrant colors and enticing aroma. The dish was Tagliatelle al Tartufo, a classic Italian delicacy. The tagliatelle, with its wide, flat ribbons, was cooked to perfection. The pasta’s golden hue gleamed under a delicate drizzle of truffle oil, adding a luxurious sheen. The rich, earthy scent of the truffles was intoxicating, mingling with the aroma of melted Parmesan that enveloped the dish.

I started staring at this woman whom I feel intimated by, she had this aura, like this powerful aura around her that I couldn't explain. "Nice to meet you, please make sure I do enjoy the "Risotto," she said smiling before walking away leaving me stunned. "Alright, get the chicken brithy, mushrooms, olive oil, arborio rice, and every ingredient we need ti make this dish," I instructed as I pull my sleeve up and dive into what I loved doing the mist cooking. Dimitri

"What about you? What's Dante Moretti's favorite color?" "Navy blue. The color of sky right before sunrise." "Favorite food?" "Risotto. My grandmother used to make it every Sunday before she died. I've never found anyone who makes it the same way." "Music?" "Classical when I'm working. Jazz when I'm not. Coltrane specifically." The chef brought our main course. Wagyu beef, perfectly marbled, cooked rare, served with roasted root vegetables and a red wine reduction. He poured a 2015 Barolo, explaining the tannin structure and how it would cut through the fat of the beef.

I never hated this girl, I just hated the fact that she wasn't in as deep as I was. We settled at the dining table, the creamy mushroom risotto taking center stage. Rosalina served up generous portions of the risotto onto our plates, her skill in the kitchen evident with each scoop. "I hope it meets your high standards." I shoved a bite of the risotto and savored the creamy, earthy flavors. "You never disappoint, baby. This is incredible." "I'm glad you like it. It's a recipe my Nonna passed down to me," She said, straightening up her spine pridefully.