I Love Rice

I love rice. I love it so much. I've eaten it for three days straight. It's even better with this chicken from Trader Joe's. But really, it's the rice. My trusty rice cooker is an older version of the one on the left, and yellow. Basically a family heirloom, it was given to me when I headed off to college. I ported it from Seattle, WA to Holland, MI and Durfee Hall. It moved with me from the second floor to the third floor. It moved again from Durfee to Mulder Cottage on Lincoln St. It moved once again to 278. Pack on some more miles! It came with me from Holland, MI to Chicago, IL and the Wrigleyville apartment. It moved from Wrigleyville to Lincoln Park and the frozen house. There the journey ended as I forgot it when I moved back to Seattle. It's storage spot under the sink kept it out of my gaze in the moving mayhem. But do not worry, when I stopped in Chicago briefly on my Cam and Selina wedding trip, I made a point to pack that sucker in my carry on. It's now back in my clutches, gazing out the window at Madison St., and making batch after batch of the best rice any asian could want. Rice.