Apparently the battle with rice is a generational battle.
Or there's a anti-rice cooking gene.
Jeremy said I've just psyched myself out. That cooking rice is just like baking.
I'm a good baker, therefore it shouldn't be a problem.
So I did what any good wife does when her husband says such things.
I complained to my mother.
All these years I thought she bought minute-rice because she didn't realize the taste difference of real rice.
Turns out she has the same issue I do- and she's a fantastic baker!
So when my sweet friend surprised me with this
both my mom and I were overjoyed (we're moving in with the folks, remember).
both my mom and I were overjoyed (we're moving in with the folks, remember).
I made sure to document the momentous occasion:
Before
Before
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So proud of you, so proud!
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