Oh, how quickly the mighty fall…
Two days of gloating about how fabulous our last two dinners were and karma caught up to me. Tonight, I burnt the rice. Burnt. Black-on-the-bottom-of-the-pot burnt. Chisel-and-soak burnt.
Burnt.
It was really good mahogany rice, too. Whole grain, not cheap, really nutritious, takes 45 minutes to cook. I put it on the stove, put the flame up to high to bring it to a boil, walked out of the kitchen for a moment – and forgot all about it. Victor walked into the kitchen 20 minutes later and the pot was boiled dry. And burnt.
Fortunately, it was a good, heavy pot and with a bit of scraping and soaking, it’s good as new.
So… not wanting to wait another 45 minutes for rice to cook – we had white jasmine.
And a simple stirfry. Chicken thighs, onions, mandarin oranges, and broccoli with a jarred orange sauce doctored up with sambal oelek for some heat. I was afraid to try anything more complex.