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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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[boundbooks]

I could eat rice until the heat-death of the universe.

Rice can be sweet; that flavor when you roll it around in your mouth and chomp on it until it's more a delicious creamy concoction than its own little grains. My favorite rice to do that with is Nishiki rice.

Rice can be filling. It fills the spaces between the fried egg and the peas in fried rice, not always deep golden brown like the stuff from buffets, but light enough to just be heated and golden with flavor.

Rice can be comforting. The rice cooker is a faithful friend and will never betray you - unless something completely untold occurs, like making rice and forgetting about it for two weeks - and produces fluffy rice regularly on those days when the very thought of extensive cooking makes one want to go to sleep.

Rice re-heats nicely. It can come back over and over again as a faithful, delicious friend for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Rice pops up in many places. In casseroles heavy with canned mushroom soup, on top of burritos, underneath curries, wrapped around fish, hidden under black beans, and many more than I could recount.

Rice is fantastic.

[glass_icarus]

OMG BURRITOS, ahahaha, how could I forget!!! Burrito rice is so good too, with the flavors of the beans and the meat bleeding into it. &hearts