If you know me, then you know I grew up in south Louisiana. If you really know me, then you know I ate rice almost everyday growing up, as do most people from Cajun Country. If you really really know me, as in lived with me as a child know me, then you know I also enjoy making rice patties with my rice and gravy. But anyway, I grew up in a culture and house that had rice for almost every meal. I like rice, a lot. But now it seems that I have moved from one habit eating culture to another. I came from rice eating country to pasta eating country. I really like me some pasta. BUT on occasion I feel the need to make some rice patties on my plate. (yes I am aware that 1) you may not know what my rice patties are and 2) it is unacceptable to play with your food, but I enjoy it)
So in the event that I miss rice and gravy, I COOK SOME HERE!
So I cooked chicken and corn and green beans...
and of course rice. AND I made good rice without a rice pot!
My belly was sure happy after my meal but my fingers were not...
It made be hard to see, so let me explain. In short, I picked up a piece on my stove top that had been in the gas fire for an hour. A little burn never hurt anyone... except I had to lead worship the next morning. Guitars and finger tip burns don't mix very well. But I survived and I endured the pain. Good thing like I like pain. :)
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