on how good everything looked and it did. my chicken was right out of the oven and nice and brown, veggies seasoned just like my mother told me to when i’d called her earlier that day to ask her how, and the water had just started to roll in the rice which meant it was about done. she gave me a hug and then a kiss on the cheek before going to sit in the big comfy chair in my little cramped den to wait on her plate. everything was great until i went to drain the rice.
now, before this particular day i had always bought the rice in the 