white rice

It's a cool early morning. The smell of rice fields and the sight of green steps cascading over the mountain bring comfort and relaxation. I'm spending my last day in Vietnam before I head to China. All I crave for is a bowl of steamed rice. The taste is unique on its own. No gravies to accompany, just the wholesome goodness of this essential staple food of the Far East. My friend for many years asks me how I can eat just rice alone. Maybe it's habitual, maybe it's nostalgia. Food is more than just taste, it is the experience that makes you think [...]