Basic Fried Rice

This is what I wear when I cut onions. Fear me. Fear the post-apocalyptic bug lady.

Oh comfort food. Fried rice, you beautiful creature. It's so easy, but so delicious. I've rhapsodized on fried rice before, but at its simplest is when this dish is most delicious. Sticky rice, fried onions, scrambled eggs, peas, and the slightest dash of soy sauce. Each bite is full of something your mouth will enjoy, sour and sweet, but without entering any intensities: comfort food. You can eat it hot or lukewarm. You can eat it day or night. If you want to erect a shrine and pray to it, I'm pretty sure it would be receptive to your advances, though it might think you forward.

Basic Fried Rice

1 cup uncooked sticky rice, cooked according to your rice cooker's instruction because who cooks rice on the stovetop? We're not heathens.

3/4 cup peas (I used my vinaigrette peas from a couple days ago)

1 medium onion, diced

1 tbs soy sauce

2 eggs, scrambled with pepper, salt, and a dash of milk

While the rice is in the rice cooker, sauté the onion until almost translucent. Push into one half of the frying pan and fry the scrambled egg in the other half, stirring gently as it solidifies. Fold in the rice and peas;  cook until heated through.

How much will it make?: About 1 meal, with maybe a bit left over for a snack.

When I first started cooking, Chinese and Japanese food were my chosen subjects, along with a very brief foray into Indian food that didn't last, since at that point, I had never tasted Indian food and had no idea what it should actually be like. I can still do Chinese and Japanese food almost in my sleep, rolling sushi almost absently and shaping onigiri by hand while I think of Japanese housewives packing bento for their children to share at lunch time, or Japanese anime girls putting all their heart and soul into making the perfect bento for the boy they have a crush on. The Japanese understand the value of presentation, that little extra effort that makes everything so much better.

Besides food talk, I had a flying visitor that Simon was very interested in. I came home from work, intending to cook, but instead greeted with a trashed bathroom and the cat having cornered a flying squirrel. After firmly shoving Simon out the door, I managed to catch the little devil after about an hour and a great deal of extremely loud cursing, pleading, and jumping up and down angrily.

Working Girl is secretly a cartoon character, but at least a superhero. No capes. Captain Marvel circa Carol Danvers is what we're going for here.

The bathroom is still a bit of a wreck. I should probably get on with that, but I leave you with one image of the cute little devil, having climbed the wall and staring at me from the ceiling with trepidation.