This one goes out to rice. For most of my life, white rice was in almost every dinner I made or was served. Before moving to college, I witnessed my family go through about 3 to 4 rice cookers. I find a comfort in white rice; it’s glistening fluffiness reminds me of a welcome meal when my stomach wasn’t feeling well, big family events at our favorite, now no longer Chinese restaurant, and home. The wonder of sushi later got added to that list in college….
Cheese keeps me grounded. My love of cheese (and a few other things) tethers me to the real world, in which not everything has to be ridiculously clean and healthy all the time. Sometimes you break out the cheese and other times you dive into the plant-powered, gluten-free quinoa salad. Both can exist together in my world and be deeply appreciated….
Making this recipe for you helped me out tremendously in such an unexpected way….