Rice isn’t really that easy to make though.
Like why people act like it is a basic thing to know of cooking boggles my mind.
Like it really does require a certain finesse, that I’m only beginning to approach mastery of (quick tip: never stir, if anything lightly flip).
If anything, a basic to cooking is like sammiches.
Because one of the first things I learned was how to measure the application of pb and j (and j for toast for that matter) in relationship to how hungry I was and the taste I was going for.
Like seriously, I remember that being a pivotal moment in my evolving cooking/making capacity. Systematic application of inner reflection.
But anyway, yum.
I’m enjoying this rice made by my beloved’s hands.
And I’m grateful.