One of my little qualms is that I hate it when there's hair in my food. Hate it. With a vengeance.
Which kind of put a damper on my joy of eating this risotto I made last night. I made it with squash. And panchetta. And chestnuts. And fresh sage, and chili. And coreander seeds. And a lot of other stuff.
But it was the butternut squash that made it look as if there were hairs in my risotto. Which was a turn-off.
My wife liked it, though. Actually, she really liked it.
Said it was the best thing she has had. Ever.