I really like rice.When I was growing up in Oklahoma, I don\u2019t ever remember having rice \u2014 Maysville, Oklahoma was the land of \u201cmeat and potatoes.\u201d I guess my taste for rice developed because in a lot of the countries I\u2019ve lived in, rice was a staple \u2014 pretty much at every meal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
While rice in this country often means \u201cUncle Ben\u2019s\u201d from the local Food Lion, there are many, many different types of rice. One of my favorites is sticky rice. It\u2019s possible<\/em> to get \u201csticky rice\u201d around here, but it in no way compares to the the sticky rice from, say, Thailand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But what I started out to write about today was an experience we had when living in Asia. A local employee that worked at the American Embassy invited us to dinner at his house one evening and served a rice and fish dish. The rice was kind of like wild rice, but it was reddish brown in color and had a nutty, sweet flavor. Neither of us had ever had rice that tasted like it before. We both commented on how good it was, and our friend gave us the local name to give to our maid so she could buy some for us. We gave the maid the name of the rice and asked her to buy some at the local market. But for some reason she didn\u2019t get the rice. We asked again and she still didn\u2019t get the rice. Finally, we questioned her as to why she hadn\u2019t purchased the rice like we had asked. She finally admitted her reason. The rice, that we called red rice, in their language, translated to prisoner\u2019s food. There seemed to be some unwritten rule that no respectable cook would\u00a0 buy it \u2014 didn\u2019t matter how good or healthful it might be.\u00a0 I really like rice.When I was growing up in Oklahoma, I don\u2019t ever remember having rice \u2014 Maysville, Oklahoma was the land of \u201cmeat and potatoes.\u201d I guess my taste for rice developed because in a lot of the countries … Continue reading
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