( Nice rice)
I like rice. I particularly like Basmati Rice with Indian Food. I love Jasmine rice with Thai food. I adore Arborio rice in risotto. I even like brown rice when mixed with lentils, which makes me feel very earth-mothery and virtuous. But I cannot make it. I manage to cock up ( every time) this most democratic of starches. It either comes out all mushy and watery or burned and bland. No fluffy rice for me. And most certainly no delicious left-overs which can be consumed cold with milk and sugar the next morning. And so yesterday I paid R23.95 for ready made (microwave for 7 minutes) Long Grain Whole Rice from Woolies. Well worth it, I thought at the time. But still I felt deeply ashamed, this morning. What sort of aspirant Domestic Goddess am I? One who cannot even boil rice?
And does the fact that I made the most fabulous groenboontjiebredie (green bean stew) to accompany said lavish laziness count in my favour?
Do I buy a rice steamer? Or is that just another gadgety gizmo to clutter my already overcrowded cupboards?
And is there such a thing as Boil-in-the-Bag-Rice, such as the stuff I bought and made in France 19 years ago when I was an au pair and l'enfant terrible demanded it?
And why, bloody why, does everyone else make bloody boiling rice sound so bloody easy?