In my house, Risotto Night does not simply refer to what we will be eating for dinner. Risotto Night is a slow, patient and comforting experience. It’s an excuse to buy a bottle of wine and to stand at the stove, sipping that wine for an elongated period of time doing such a wonderfully therapeutic thing as stirring soup into rice. Its process is like a magical ritual that yields the most delightful dinner—one that will fit snuggly into a bowl and warm your hands while you sit on the couch and watch the news. (Or Real Housewives of Atlanta.) This recipe serves two hearty appetites, but can easily be doubled or tripled to serve more.