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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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[unavee]

This post is making me hungry.

Some of my fondest childhood memories are from the many times my dad would tease my little sister for being a bottomless rice pit. When he cooked, he'd make sure everything had extra sauce so she could drench her rice in it. And the leftover rice, she'd eat with soy sauce and butter.

[glass_icarus]

Heee, we tease my dad about being a bottomless rice pit! Also we thought it was hilarious the time he went to Switzerland on a business trip & made practically nothing but xi fan and scrambled eggs, but I have a little more sympathy for the rice-craving, post-undergrad dining halls. *g*