For dinner, I had a large bowl of rice and some French Onion soup. Jon and I have been sick and lazy today, so we didn't want to cook real food. Jon had leftover tofu for dinner, but I found the concept a little depressing.
So, I measured out some basmati, washed it in my Japanese rice washer (the most versatile and under-rated kitchen tool I own), popped it into my rice cooker, and pushed the "cook" button. Lest anyone think I'm overly lazy, note that rice cookers have literally changed the world for millions of people in Asia, and may be used to cook full meals. I don't think my mother has noticed I neglected to return it to her when we moved, and I'm not giving it back if she does. I love that thing. The fluffy rice, with a paper-thin crust of toasty yumminess on the bottom, was ready in no time. I added some sea salt and butter.
I decided I was still hungry, so made an unfortunate (very unfortunate) foray into the world of Campbell's Soup. I am terrified of all their soups- between the rampant use of MSG and weird starches, and the salty-tangy flavor, I am not a fan. Moreover, I appreciate a good bowl of real French Onion soup more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, there was a lingering can of condensed soup in our pantry. I suspect it was a holdover from my bunker-mentality pantry in Wyoming, food only to be consumed in case of extreme snowstorm emergency. But I ate it. Yes, it was that bad. I added some Alessi garlic breadsticks to float around like bread chunks, but it didn't help. The flavor was tangy and metallic, with a vague undertone of beef.
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