By: Revanche

Well, stink. Literally.

November 8, 2007

I just wasted half a cup of rice, or half a POT of brown rice if you’re a pessimist like I am. Struck by a craving, I put a pot of brown rice on the stove to cook while I ate my boring white rice. Instead of using my sports watch, I foolishly used the microwave timer to keep track of the 35 minutes. I checked on the rice after 20 minutes, added a little water, and went back to my room. Brilliantly shut the door to keep the warmth in, and completely forgot that I couldn’t hear the timer through the door.

25 minutes after THAT, I raced out to the kitchen to find that there was a small bowl worth of brown rice cooked perfectly, nestled in the sad, smoking craters of burnt rice. Dangit!

Paducky likes crispety, crunchety burned white rice, but doesn’t like brown rice at all, so I couldn’t even salvage it. Did you know that burnt brown rice smells like burnt popcorn?

Now you know.

One Response to “Well, stink. Literally.”

  1. I’ve done that quite a few times. I went back to my room after boiling the rice, took a “short” nap and forgot until the smoke alarm went off! It was a mess!

    I did it with boiling brocolli also!

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