slender, sneaky, rich, harsh, survivor, extremely fast, very fertile.
Rice is a hilariously ambitious character, it’s the size of a pin head, yet it can’t ever sit down! Always getting up! Always boasting ‘I’m up! Always showing up every where, in private house, at weddings, at banquets, at ceremonies, at picnic’s, on your camping trips, in your lunch boxes. And the sneaky problem is everybody is glad to see rice.
So while some other heavy weights are trying so hard to assert themselves, here is or there is rice!
Flutters, floats, hugs, bringing smiles to palates, and melting away on your tongue.
Rice can be server with or without seasoning. Have you tried boiled fluffy white rice, steaming hot with pure butter cream, spread over it with a little sprinkle of salt – the rice did not get to your table easily, rice is a survivor? In a land or climate where the potato or the orange would shrivel, rot and die, rice will stick its roots in one spot and head straight down, gripping tightly to the earth and soak in every moisture and meager nutrient in its hostile ground.
The potato has been on that very lot, the corn has been on that same spot, the yam has been there too, they all drank too much water and they died, or they did not drill down enough, or the scorching heat gave them no breathing space and they died.
But the skinny rice, will be here tomorrow as it was yesterday and last month, on the same soggy semi-dry mash land where rice holds court and is very comfortable, slowly growing and gradually taking it’s position to stare at the majestic glowing sun, on that same marshland where other stalwart crops and fruits, even trees have died with o. ho so inadequate struggle.
Rice is indeed the queen of survival!
