~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I confess....to eating....white rice. [Gah!] But at least it wasn't pasta or ~ mortal sin ~ white bread!
Honestly, I was so sure I had another bag of yummy brown rice in my cupboard. On the bus ride home, I thought it of sitting there, eagerly awaiting my culinary ministrations. My body grew excited thinking about the wholesome grain-ness of it and my brain sighed a grand sigh for the energy and pleasure to come. And then to come home and NO BROWN RICE to be found! Oh! The ever lovin' tragedy of it all!
My one saving grace was that I did have some white jasmine rice ~ evidence of my wild and crazy white-flour-energy-crashing-sapping days. My culinary culpability was lessened when I chopped up some fresh mini sweet peppers, a yellow onion, 3 cloves of garlic and some fresh spinach and sauteed it in olive oil. [It's still winter....ish. So oil is okay.] Once the rice was cooked, I put some in with the now sauteed veggies and stirred it all together, added some yellow curry and voila!
When I tell you this concoction was outrageously awesome, I know you won't believe me. But you can ask my housemate. She was in the kitchen juicing some green peppers, tomatoes, celery, and carrots ~ nectar of the gods! ~ and kept looking into the dining room and laughing at my moans of foodie rapture. She finally asked to try some and could only say: "Oh wow. That is some good stuff!" I also had some chicken [free range of course] because it needed to be cooked, and a few spoons of lentils ~ also with a healthy sprinkling of curry and some sea salt.
I cannot wait until tomorrow when I can have left over rice and rainbow pepper goodness. And never fear, for my penance, a brisk walk to the grocery store for a huge bag of brown rice is in order so I can be a good little macrobiotic chick.
Seriously. You need to try some!
Oremus pro invicem,