I guess there would be some who wouldn't even have such a thought cross their minds. Unfortunately, I need my plate of rice. Yeah, there's pasta and potatoes and bread and what-have-you but let me repeat myself - I need rice. It's not that I love the taste of rice or there was something especially significant about rice that makes it a must have. It's something about eating a certain amount of rice for lunch and dinner that makes it feel like a meal. If there's no rice, it's just food. It just simply feels incomplete.
So why this post? Cos I didnt think I'd survive without rice for this long. How long? 4 days. Ok, go ahead and snort...but it's a big deal. In fact, I've been silently applauding myself for being able to come up with food - 3 meals a day - and enjoy the variety. I cooked spaghetti, finished the box of instant rice (this doesn't count!), managed a western meal with fries and lamb chops, and today I tried my hand at naan. It's interesting how we break the mould, come out of our shells and put on a new do when we really have to.
However, while I think it's great that I dealt with the change with such positivity and courage, I had to celebrate the glowing sacks of rice - that are sitting patiently in my pantry waiting for me to scoop cupfuls of those lovely wonderful grains into my rice cooker, give them a good bath before steaming them to fluffy white tenderness - by baking a delightful looking chocolate cheesecake. Not that I am a fan of chocolate but I could try it for a change. Right?
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