fried rice
VicentaLakin
when i was a child, i was particularly fond of fried rice, and the most practical way to do that was to make a little more rice when i was making dinner, so that i could fire a bowl of rice the next day, and with the rice grains that i made the other night, so that i could make it clean and not sticky. there was no special food, no leftovers, no leftovers, a spoonful of sauce, some onions in front of the pot, and the smell of smoldering fried rice that i could taste, which was deeply branded in my memory, every time i thought about it, still on the weekend, the cook made a fried meal for my family, didn't prepare it in advance, made a little fresh rice to make it, perhaps cooking with a heart, after eating it, and agreed that it was delicious