A few days ago, I cooked what my “quarantine partner” said was a pretty killa stir fry. Though it came at a cost – I fucked up a batch of rice I’d made by transposing some measurements!
Tonight I fiund a way to “rescue” the excess rice I almost thoroughly cooked! I used some of it to make “porcupine balls.” Basically, meatballs with uncooked rice in them.
I put a half cup of the umcooked rice in the meatballs and will use the remainder in chicken fried rice and some chicken gumbo soup.
Under nomal circumstances I wouldn’t sweat ruining a batch of rice. But rice is a hot commodity in stores these days! #wastenotwantnot
I’ve often speculated that in a past life, I survived the Great Depression. Could those instincts be kicking in now?