Sunday is a really dull day, unless it includes cooking or a war scene taking place next door or daily news about nuclear explosition. Today lived up to my expectations, unfortunately. Little can we do when these happen, although the small tiny things sometimes make the difference.
Greek saffron does make a difference. In Kozani, a bunch of farmers are collecting with bare hands one-by-one those purple flowers growing in endless hectars. Each one gives less than ten scarlet stamens, what we call saffron (krokos, in greek).
Four of these slim and meager threads are capable of converting one litre of water to dark yellow broth and dye rice grains golden.
Risotto ai funghi e saffron for dinner.