I made Kūbide meatloaf for a weeknight dinner, but I had run out of pita bread to go with it. Instead of making another store run I decided to make some Middle Eastern rice as my starchy side dish. I sought inspiration on-line and a found a recipe for garlicy turmeric rice—I then went on to almost completely change it.
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Daughter Eilene had wanted Thai mango rice, but we were ordering dinner from a Chinese restaurant. Mother and daughter went on about how much they liked mango—personally I can take it or leaver it. To please them, I decided to make mango rice pudding.
I have dozens of pictures on my desktop of dishes I that have created and never gotten around to posting. Rice pudding is a comfort dessert in our house. When one of my girls has had a rough day they ask for rice pudding. Over the years, I have made many variations—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. I had bought some shredded coconut for another dish, but when it came time to use it I was not able to find where I had put it away. Having found it I decided to use it in a rice pudding.
I recently had a medical procedure that required me to be on a restricted diet for several days—nothing with fiber: no fruit, nuts, vegetables, or whole grains; no beef, milk products, or vitamins with iron. The foods that remained included most of the things that my wife has been trying to get me to give up—white bread, white rice—and white meats—chicken, eggs, fish and pork. How do you make a soft, bland diet taste good?
I’m making a simple broiled salmon—with just a little lemon juice and salt—for a weeknight meal, but I wanted something more than plain rice to go with it. I had some left over rice in the refrigerator, so I thought that fried rice would be nice. Tonight I decided to try to make it like Chinese restaurant rice with the finely diced vegetables.
I’m making broiled salmon and steamed broccoli for a week night dinner. Looking for something different for a starch I thought about a wild rice pilaf. I happened to have a bruised apple on my counter—one that I was not going to put in someone’s lunch bag—that I needed to use up. Throwing it into the pot turned out to work very nicely.
I have been making sushi since I was 20 years old. My father was stationed in Japan during the Korean War and returned with a love of all things Japanese. My father brought back the recipes, my mother learned to cook them, and I learned them from her. I grew up eating Japanese food long before it became a fashionable cuisine in the U.S.