Literally everything she's made in months has been the first thing she's cooked that makes her feel like herself again. I'm pretty sure it's been going on since at least the mayo days.
Also: people have been telling her for eight years now that long grain rice does not make a risotto. That's fine. It's a different dish. But if you invited me for fish and chips, and instead of a battered white fillet you gave me steamed salmon, I would raise an eyebrow. Words have meanings, Jack, and your ignorance about other countries' cuisine is a fucking weird hill to want to die on.