The fact of the matter is that rice is the lowest common denominator. You go visit people and they like to eat different things from you. They have different preferences, and you have yours, and it gets complicated trying to triangulate on something that's acceptable to everybody. Plus, it's time and energy consuming to cook food every day, twice a day, and maybe you want to be traveling and talking and catching up with near and dear ones doing other things instead of cooking. So it comes down to rice. You cook a whole bunch of it, cook another big batch of veggies, and some achaar, and you're good to go for a couple of days. Two meals a day, all day every day.
And sometimes you don't even need other things. Just rice and dal, quickly fry some eggs, ghee, and that's a fantastic feast right in front of you. It'll fill you up, won't significantly mess around with your mood, and give you the energy to go about your day. It's not something you're likely to remember for the rest of your life, but no tummy problems means you get to focus on things you actually want to remember instead of the 'base' thing that helps you get ahead.
It does get boring though. As I've discussed on numerous occasions on this blog, I'm not a big fan of the food, so it's been a little boring lately. Ohh, rice again, I think, without a hint of excitement in my voice. Eating doesn't exactly become a chore, and it's still great, but there's no exploration discovery or newness. It's comfort food, but sometimes it's easy to get too comfortable in your surroundings.
Rice is like that. You get too comfortable in your surroundings, and the next thing you know, you're five pounds fatter without knowing where it came from, it must be water-weight surely, you didn't do anythin gexxtraa to gain so much wait.
Oh but you know. You knowww. And that's the price you have to pay for the ease and convenience of rice.
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