i grew up eating japanese rice. no minute rice. no uncle ben’s… just sticky, delicious, japanese white rice. but overall i just really love rice; coconut sticky rice, thai pineapple rice, garlicky brasilian rice, spanish rice, jasmine rice, mexican rice, rice in soup, rice in sushis … if it came down to a showdown with rice and pasta… i’d definitely pick rice (christian says he still loves me).
today’s propaganda/advertising tells me that i should say no to anything white… so i decided to branch out and try brown rice. cook the brown rice i did in my snazzy rice cooker… i got everything else ready so that it would finish around 9pm when christian got home… well he came home and the rice cooker hadn’t even started steaming (which i suspected to be very suspicious). we waited a little bit longer… but were just too hungry. i couldn’t understand… the rice cooker was warm, it had been cooking for about 45 minutes… and nothing… i found the snazzy rice cooker manual and found brown rice. cook time = 120 minutes…. now who in the world knew that!?!??! well i obviously didn’t. we had time to cook pasta for the sauce i made… eat it… clean it up… watch lost… and then, 120+minutes later we had brown rice!
**lest you think this is a regular occurrence, it was more of a “make up dinner”… two nights ago i told christian i’d have dinner all ready when he got home from class (i thought at 9pm) but i can’t seem to keep his schedule straight (even though he has posted a calendar right on the fridge) so when he walked in at 7ish i was shocked… needless to say i did not have any kind of dinner whatsoever ready… i was actually eating a salad, watching a movie, still in my running clothes thinking about how much time i had before he came home…