My roommate and I have this joke about risotto. This is a dish reserved for those who have patience. This is a dish reserved with those who have a quiet peace about them. It’s not like a willy nilly stew, where you’re just chopping and throwing items into the wind (or pot, rather). It requires calm confidence. Some of those qualities, I lack. Thankfully, my roommate does not.
The other night we performed some tag team cooking. I worked on the recent tagine while Cat stirred together this risotto. We decided to beef it up with chickpeas (I mean, come on, who wouldn’t?), and I watched as Cat stirred and stirred. And added water. And stirred. I’ve made risotto before in a past life. But I can’t say it’s something I jump toward.
Even though our patience joke has proven to be true on multiple occasions, I can’t help but find fault with that part of myself. I’ve always been a list maker. I’ve always been a jump-from-one-thing-to-the-next kind of person. But I wouldn’t mind getting a little better at being patient. Taking my time on something. Really making it worthwhile and high quality. Sometimes, I think I move too fast, which is why some of my “work” isn’t exactly how I want it. Why do I rush?
I really love this quote about patience, and I really resonate with it — “Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow – that is patience.”
Are you a patient person? What are your tips?