So, something I’ve learned tonight…

Cooking too much when you’ve got a family or group of people you’re cooking for is fine: it’s a sign that you’re a caring soul, that you’d rather have food left over than have your loved ones go hungry. It’s a wonderful fault to have.

Cooking too much when you live alone, on the other hand, isn’t so endearing. Especially if you cook rice.

Dear lord, the rice!

They’re sneaky buggers, those grains of rice. You can pour in about two handfuls of the stuff… But not always get the same amount back. What the hell, right?

It’s almost like, sometimes, extra grains of rice hide inside other grains inside other bloody grains! It’s like a crap version of ‘Inception’, I swear…

Sometimes, I wonder if hot water is the secret catalyst for the rice reproductive cycle. Either that, or rice are Gremlins…

Dave