The last 8 months have been torturous for me. I have tried, quiet unsuccessfully, to make rice at least a hundred times. I love rice. Rice is a necessary staple for me. January and February were okay months because I still had rice left over from living in Oregon. Homai rice to be exact. And that is where my problems started. They don't sell Homai in Texas, and Homai is the only rice my mom ever bought, the only rice my aunties and grandma and sister ever bought. It's the only rice I ever bought. Why? It just tastes really good, and the kernels cook just right, not too sticky, not too dry, not too crunchy. I could even cook it on the stove without a rice pot, and it would taste just fine.
I broke my rice pot at my sisters wedding, and since then, I've been making rice on the stove. With Homai, it's not a problem. With whatever brand they sell in Texas, it was disastrous. Failure after failure left me feeling inadequately nourished, and thoroughly frustrated. I tried frying the kernels first and then adding water, like a rice pilaf. I tried bringing it to a boil covered and then letting it simmer on low. It tried bringing it to a boil uncovered and then covering it to simmer. I tried more water, less water. The rice remained crunchy and pretty much inedible by my standards.
Last night, I made my first rice in my new rice cooker. Nirvana.
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