Last week I decided that I was going to have something delicious to eat for lunch. I was not sure what it was going to be, but I knew it was going to be oh so good. It was.
Like lightning striking my brain I decided to make rice. LAAA!!! I love rice. I think it's delightful. I was never good at making rice. I went years without it because I couldn't properly cook this delicious treat. I would not only burn it every time, but a lot of the time it would be undercooked AND burned. How in the world does that work? I would follow the directions on the bag, I would follow the alternate, higher calorie, directions on the bag, I would ask many different people how to make rice and each time it was ruined by my hand. There was only one explanation, I was cursed.
I graduated from BYU a few months back and since being home have been petrified to even think about cooking rice. I would try to coerce others to make it for me, but they would always put sick nasty stuff in it and all I really wanted was the pure kind. I was an addict that was ebbed slightly before a higher tide rushed in. I needed it 100%, but couldn't do it myself and no one would do it for me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I asked one more time how to make it and it made sense. I knew that it was going to be perfect. The directions were no longer convoluted, my brain took them in and I felt strong with power. I was creating the perfect batch of rice! It was VERY empowering to finally hold that nice steaming bowl of rice and eat to my hearts desire. Sigh.
I had broken the curse. I'm pretty sure the curse was basically that I was in Utah and Utah doesn't like me very much. That state and I have an ongoing hatred that will last until the end of time. I know that it ruined my rice because it wanted me to suffer those four long years that I was to spend in it's grasp. Sucks to be Utah because I got out of there in 3.5 years. (I tell people it was because I was ending my supply of money that I finished early, but it was really to snub Utah and get my hands on rice.)
ANYWAYS!!! Last week I decided that the delicious lunch I was to have would be a nice bowl of rice. It was so delicious that I started talking out loud about how much I love rice. "I love rice, I love rice (That part was sung...this wasn't). I love that I can eat rice whenever I want. For dinner, for lunch and even for breakfast. I love that Anita taught me how to make morning rice with butter, milk and sugar. It's so delicious." For lunch I made it with butter, salt and pepper. SO GOOD!
But here's the crazy, amazing thing - Anita called like a minute after I had said that. She is psychic. So of course I told her I was just "thinking" about her (ahem...talking aloud to myself) and thanked her lots for a new way to eat rice. Any excuse, any excuse.
Worst Type of People: Someone who throws rice away instead of saving it for a snack later on. EMILY!!! Goodness. She did this right in front of me too. She took the beautiful rice and dumped it in the garbage without a second thought. I immediately scolded her, but there was really nothing I could do, it was now stuck to disgusting trash. Rice is not trash, it is delicious, except for if I make it in Utah because Utah hates me. The End.
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Yay!!!! What a great post. I too am a lover of rice and find it very intersting how my bowl of rice has changed. I used to eat it smothered with butter but now find it quite good with a little salt and a little pepper. Matbe a tad of butter. Love that Anita taught you how to make breakfast rice and I love that you scolded Emily for throwing hers away! Wasn't I there?
I make rice with bouillon and it is delicious. Remember Ashleigh? Remember how I made you delicious rice with bouillon and you made me finish the green beans? Ah.
Yes Elizabeth! You were there, :) What a silly thing she did.
Joshua, your rice was appreciated. It would not have been appreciated had I not already made rice in Cali and enjoyed it thoroughly. Seriously.
Rice, Rice! I love Rice! Do you remember when Dad made a pot of rice in the morning and then ate it all day long? We get our love of rice from Dad!
Rylee just stole my cup of cheerios and will not give it back. Now she is sharing with me like it was hers all along and see what a good person she is to share HER cheerios...little stinker!
"Like lightning striking my brain I decided to make rice. LAAA!!!" Best line ever.
This cracked me up like you wouldn't believe. I just kept reading and thinking, "This is still just about rice. Really? I can't believe this..." I kept waiting for it to be about not rice. Never happened! Beautiful!
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