With north London going *phoom* and the cold rain unremitting, we decided to head for sunny Portsmouth for the day. We reasoned that, being closer to the equator, we might perhaps find a ray of sunshine and temperatures hovering somewhere above, oh, 60 deg F (I knew my coats, hats, and gloves would come in handy). Also, the good citizens thereabouts did not seem to be setting any police cars on fire, which is always a desirable state of affairs when one is holiday.
Sure enough, the sun was shining; the brass on HMS Warrior was polished to mirror brightness; Victory was done up shipshape and Bristol fashion; the RN's jolly tars were back from Libya; and the harbour was full of pleasure craft and ferries coming in from the Isle of Wight.
Best of all, there was risotto to be had - liquid as the ocean, wavy as the waters off Selsey Bill, lapping against the sides of the bowl like a high tide. The dish was flavored with pumpkin, pancetta, sage, and creme fraiche and eaten with as agreeable a view as one could wish for.
Yo ho ho - a gluten-free life for me!
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