Today I am thankful for my grandmother’s rice. There is something so special about this simple rice that my grandmother prepares with chicken stock rather than with water. It’s like a hug in a bowl, and I sure could use that hug today.
Whenever I ask her how to prepare the rice she says that there’s really nothing to it, and then she gives me a quick rundown of the ingredients. I jot down her short list of ingredients and instructions which consists of “a little bit of this” and “a little bit of that,” and then I get to work.
I have attempted (on quite a few occasions I might add) to prepare rice the way that my grandmother does, and for the most part it has turned out well. But no matter what I have done, the rice that I prepared was still not quite the same as her rice. And when giving this some thought it dawned on me that the fact that we both utilized the same ingredients but still ended up with rice that was very different attests to the fact that each person has a special way that they do things which, try however hard one might, simply cannot be duplicated at times.
My appreciation of this fact is part of the reason why I look forward to going home and having my grandmother’s rice when I can. The love, along with everything else that she uses, makes all of the difference. #lovebythedrop
love by the drop 