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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

My Sense of Rice

the Hubby arrives in perth today and he requested adobo na alang, and of course, rice. no problem with the adobo, i even whipped the mushroom soup he likes.  but when it came to cooking the rice, hmmm, i was quite at a loss in measuring the water. should the yardstick be my pinky or the middle finger, and whether the 'line' should be the bottom or upper crease.  i have not eaten rice since january 13, 2011 and so for nine months, i have lost my 'sense of rice', such that i no longer know how to cook it, even with a rice cooker around.  before, i could even cook one using a kaldero and when i was a teenager, in our dirty kitchen, i cooked rice using sungo (dried wood). while the basmati was cooking, i had to peep occasionally and more than once, added extra water because the grains seemed tough still. so there, the Hubby will serve the verdict.

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