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Mushroom and Mint Risotto


I promise this is the last risotto you will hear about, for a while. But this was too good not to share. This was the first time I made a risotto with homemade mushroom stock rather than the cubes and let me tell you this, the difference is mindblowing.

I heated 1 1/3 cup of the mushroom stock I'd made the day before and left it at a low simmer. In a pan, I heated a tsp of olive oil and sauteed 8-10 mushrooms, chopped into thin slices for a couple of minutes. Added 1/3 cup of arborio rice and stirred for a bit to coat it with oil. Poured in a glug of white wine. When the wine dried off, I added 1/2 cup of stock. It simmered away at a medium heat and I continued to add more stock, 1/3 cup at a time until the rice was done. With the last addition, I also added salt.

Once the last instalment of stock had dried, I took the rice off the heat and poured it into a serving dish. Then topped it with parmesan, fresh ground pepper and mint leaves. Earthy, cheesy, minty - rice this flavorful is hard to find.

Comments

Spice said…
Love mushrooms,basically anything made out of it, it's kind of a staple in my fridge, and no doubt about home made stock. But as far Risotto is concerned never made one, why ? don't know,U seem to be big fan of Risotto. Receipe sounds tasty. BTW thanks Simran for visiting my blog, actually at that time i was just trying to start the blog but then it was on a halt for almost 6 weeks.Hopefully now things will go smooth.Phir milde hann.
Priya said…
Wat a delicious and aromatic risotto, just drooling rite now here..
Prathibha said…
lol,the way u explained made me hungry..that looks just perfect dear..
so started using ur khazana of groceies?
aquadaze said…
no, keep them coming. I love risotto. Maybe because you need to add some wine to it - the rest...sip sip and finish :)
Risotto looks perfect. Nice picture. YUM!. Mushroom and mint sound so unique.
VS said…
Lovely risotto! Nice pic too!
Curry Leaf said…
Missed the risotto Simran,Very aromatic what with the mushroom stock and mint.Great recipe

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