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One of my new favorite dishes from Barefoot Contessa. I have flipped past this mess many times while thumbing through the cookbook, thinking it doesn't look very appetizing and sounds inedible, given that I deteset squash--the texture, the smell, the texture, the sound, oh, and the texture. But I gave it a shot, and I am so excited that I have leftovers for lunch two days in a row.

Saffron Risotto with Butternut Squash
(serves 4 to 6)

1 butternut squash (2 pounds)
2 tablespoons olive oil
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
6 cups chicken stock, preferably homemade
6 tablespoons (3/4 stick) unsalted butter
2 ounces pancetta, diced
1/2 cup minced shallots (2 large)
1 1/2 cups Arborio rice (10 ounces)
1/2 cup dry white wine
1 teaspoon saffron threads
1 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.

Peel the butternut squash, remove the seeds, and cut it into 3/4-inch cubes. You should have about 6 cups. Place the squash on a sheet pan and toss it with the olive oil, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper. Roast for 25 to 30 minutes, tossing once, until very tender. Set aside.

Meanwhile, heat the chicken stock in a small covered saucepan. Leave it on low heat to simmer.

In a heavy-bottomed pot or Dutch oven, melt the butter and sauté the pancetta and shallots on medium-low heat for 10 minutes, until the shallots are translucent but not browned. Add the rice and stir to coat the grains with butter. Add the wine and cook for 2 minutes. Add 2 full ladles of stock to the rice plus the saffron, 1 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper. Stir, and simmer until the stock is absorbed, 5 to 10 minutes. Continue to add the stock, 2 ladles at a time, stirring every few minutes. Each time, cook until the mixture seems a little dry, then add more stock. Continue until the rice is cooked through, but still al dente, about 30 minutes total. Off the heat, add the roasted squash cubes and Parmesan cheese. Mix well and serve.

Comments

dive said…
Mmmmmm …

Frighteningly similar to my own recipe.
I add a small knob of butter to the olive oil to start things off (which means I can cut out the salt), and use home made veggie stock, and a clove of garlic with the shallots.

This goes fabulously with an artichoke plonked on the side of the plate.
If I've not got an artichoke, I'll sprinke a few chestnuts and black olives around (drool).

My problem now is that you have turned me into a slavering hunger monster. I cannot make this until tonight and that means getting a small lunch instead of pigging it at the noodle bar.
Argh!
dive said…
Oh, and carnaroli rice (for a treat).
Scout said…
Carnaroli rice? I don't think I know what this is.
dive said…
It's like Arborio, only better.
Sassy Sundry said…
Mmmmmm... I love squash. Just picked up a Delicata one to roast with olive oil and thyme.

I just might try this one.

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