Yeah, so this post is about mushy rice. My mother is Dominican and my father is Puerto Rican, which in turn makes me the "little Spanish girl."
Now, my mother is a wonderful cook. But for the life of me I can not learn how to cook like she does because she is the most impatient person when it comes to teaching someone how to cook. She cooks old style, "throw a little bit of this" and "a little bit of that" and "you don't measure, I don't know how many tablespoons, you just put it in there." Get what I'm talking about? My mother is also a CLEAN FREAK when it comes to her kitchen. Which makes next to impossible to cook with her because I'll just get yelled at that I'm "making a mess." So, I learn from watching and then AT TEMPT to re-create at home.
So, what's the one thing that every Spanish family eats almost everyday of their lives since we were about the age of a week old?
White rice is suppose to be the simplest thing EVER. It should be in my genes on how to cook the perfect white rice. Guess what? It's not! I use a rice cooker too and even sometimes with that it comes out mushy. I know, craziness. Well, yesterday I decided to cook some white rice in the pot because I was only making a cup for the hubs and I. I had my window open so the nice breeze was coming in, but the window happens to be right next to the stove. I noticed after a while that the flame was out and the rice was sitting in the water not even cooking. I turned it back on put the lid on and came back 20 minutes later. I found white MUSHY MASHY rice. Only me. I warned the hubs before about the rice and fed it to him anyway because there was no way in hell I was going to make a new pot of rice. It's food and it's still good, just mushy. But whatever.
Now this is where I say how much I love my husband for EATING THE WHITE MUSHY MASHY RICE WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE and telling me it's OK. Seriously, how awesome is that! I love him so much. I offered to make him some apps we had in the freezer in case he wanted something else to fill him up in case he didn't want to eat the mushy mashy rice. But he turned around and told me "it's OK. I'll eat this."
But, when he took the first bite, he did mention that "You told me it was sticky and mushy, but I didn't know I was going to eat mashed rice!" BUT, I still love him because he ate it anyway.
White rice = FAIL
I will one day figure out my groove to make white rice. And if not, I'll gladly replace it with something else.
To my husband who reads my blog: "I'm sorry I made you mashed rice. But hey, you can now say that your wife makes a rice dish so different and unique that no one can re-create it. No? Don't want to say that? OK then, just tell them that your wife makes AWESOME empanadas and they don't know what they're missing. And before you comment saying I have only made empanadas once since you bought me the best empanada maker ever, how about we have some this weekend. Love you."
Have a mushy mushy mushy mashy rice wonderful of a day!