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[glass_icarus]

Talk to me about rice- the magic of it, the wholeness of it, the surprising sweetness that blooms on your tongue in a slow, lingering mouthful, the flavors that vary between different grains. Talk to me about congee and biryani and onigiri and fan tuan and zhong zi and the crisped scrapings from the bottom of the pot that you can eat with peanut sugar or pour tea over to loosen the grains. Talk to me about mochi and guo ba and the addictive nature of rice crackers. Talk to me about rice.

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[meloukhia]

It was raining and I was sick, hadn't been able to keep anything down in days, lying on the floor staring at the wall because moving or thinking, really, anything, made my stomach heave even though there was nothing left, and she brought me congee and cloud ears and a little dish of pickled vegetables. And at first the very thought of food made me quiver inside but 'here try a bite' she said and suddenly I was hungry, actually hungry, for the first time in days, and she laughed and laughed and put the tea kettle on and it hummed in the background while I ate and remembered that sweet, perfect taste of food and felt it reaching deep into my body.

[glass_icarus]

Congee is such a wonderful food, I especially love it when I'm sick.

I've recently been craving the lovely sticky rice wrapped in leaves and steamed with sectioned crab from this one place in Flushing that does it perfectly.

[meloukhia]

(Icon solidarity)

Dang you're making me hungry!