My new toy
Ok, I´ve done it. After years of holding back, I´v finally bought a rice cooker.
Look, I know I´m not Asian, hence don´t eat rice twice every day. I don´t have to feed a family of ten. I don´t have a lot of counter space. I-don´t-care! I´ve decided to cut potential sources of worry out of my life, and rice was one. Even though I consider myself to have mastered the trick of perfect white rice , it´s still something that has to be anxiously watched over and timed.
So this morning, after a brief consultation with Lydia( I firmly beleive Lydia knows everyting) I trotted off to the Chinese shops around the neighbourhood. The third produced the desired rice cooker with a hinged lid. The instructions were in Chinese, but the sales lady was very sweet, and patiently explained to me how it works, and a few recipes, even.
So I´m in a small bubble of global-village contentment today. Globalization means Starbucks is evil and wants to take over the world, sure, but it also means that I can email a friend in Rhode Island, have my advice back in five minutes, and spend a happy half hour unravelling detailed explanations in broken Spanish for Chinese food. I loved it.
So far I´ve made one batch of rice I hated. Then I realised I hadn´t pressed one of the buttons, whatever it is. Second batch was perfectly marvelous, and now I´m trying out some basmati. And all this while I finish two books, scan drawings for a wedding seating plan and answer emails!
I really don´t see why I´ve made myself wait so long to have a rice cooker, I swear I don´t.
The drawing, by the way, is not laziness but an attempt at expressing my fuzzyheaded happiness.