I abandoned rice for a bit there, since coming back from the East Coast earlier this year. And now I'm eating jasmine rice on the reg once again, with beans and veggies and kimchi and eggs but rice is rice. It's probably bad for cholesterol, it's definitely bad for my tummy and my weight, but ugh, I can't. I will instead improve the rest of my diet, even take the right kind of supplements and healthfoods to reduce my cholesterol, bump up the walks and do serious workouts but I'm not going to give up on rice anymore. Without rice eating is hard, carbs are hard, days become dark and dreary and things just get muddled all over. Rice defines days and nights, it is rice that gives structure to meals, one that adds heft to food, the agent that tells my brain, that's enough for today, you've had rice twice already!
Quite clearly in my bhaatpanaa I'm a Nepali at heart. But so be it, this is how things become simpler, and life becomes easy. What am I fighting rice for? What's the cause? Why rebel against a system that hasn't hurt me (or anyone really) and is actually quite good? I ain't no rebel, and if I were there's better things to go against. I ain't no enemy of rice.
I'm back to good old rice. Annapurna save me.
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