Rice

Since home from my tour de asia, rice has been more of a staple than ever before. 

I’m eating a bowl of rice with my cheap, ornamental chop sticks. I was thinking back to the time I first fell in love with rice. It was a wednesday night, sometime in the dead of winter because it got dark out early. My Dad and I were home alone. Mom was at church. No cooked dinner. Leftovers. Rice leftovers. I thought, aww shit, this sucks. My dad, however, had much bigger plans. He took the leftover rice, combined it with parmesan cheese and soy sauce, and something beautiful was created. That was the first time I enjoyed rice outside of a ham fried rice situation. 

And I’ve never looked back…