25 years ago, at boarding school, there was no microwaveable shelf-stable rice. Just boil-in-the-bag vacuum packs. And I would hoard those, along with boil-in-the-bag Japanese-style curry, for those days when I just couldn't take the dining hall's offerings anymore. My mother used to send them in care packages.
I have introduced a long string of partners to the joys of good Japanese rice, and every single one of them became more of a partisan than I ever have been myself.
The one woman I know who claimed an inability to eat rice is one of the few that I had *that* level of conflict with offline...
I could talk about rice all day, and may come back later to do just that!`
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25 years ago, at boarding school, there was no microwaveable shelf-stable rice. Just boil-in-the-bag vacuum packs. And I would hoard those, along with boil-in-the-bag Japanese-style curry, for those days when I just couldn't take the dining hall's offerings anymore. My mother used to send them in care packages.
I have introduced a long string of partners to the joys of good Japanese rice, and every single one of them became more of a partisan than I ever have been myself.
The one woman I know who claimed an inability to eat rice is one of the few that I had *that* level of conflict with offline...
I could talk about rice all day, and may come back later to do just that!`