Rice is proof that God loves us.

Originally posted July 4, 2007

Seriously. Delicious.

I recently bought a rice cooker, because I’m really bad at making rice. (Go ahead, get your scoffs in now. “Ha ha ha!!” you might say, “Silly man and his know-it-all blogs, and he can’t even make rice without some new-fangled hoity-toity rice cooking contraption!!” Are you done now? Good, let’s move on.)

Not only does it make perfect rice every time, but it will also reheat rice (and I’m pretty sure it’s the only appliance that can truly deliver on that claim), steam vegetables, and apparently it makes soup, too.

Oh, and it MAKES PERFECT RICE EVERY TIME.

Besides, it’s an appliance made specifically for cooking rice. Who am I to rob it of it’s purpose, in favor of some run-of-the-mill saucepan?

I knew you’d see it my way.

As for rice itself, I can’t adequately describe just how much I love it. Next time you have rice, try this little formula I’ve been working on: Rice + bowl + butter + pepper + parmesan cheese (trust me) = DELICIOUS.

Got some gravy? It goes over rice. Got some chili? It mixes with rice.

I’ve recently discovered my love of Basmati. I like white rice just fine, but it has very little flavor of its own. Not like Basmati. Next time you have Basmati, try this: Add some sugar to the rice cooker (or if you’re stuck in the stone age, add it to the pot) — Again, trust me.

So yeah. Rice is teh awesome.