My Struggles With Rice

Many of you know that I am proficient in the kitchen. I can bake mouthwatering pies, throw together a tantalizing salad, create a layered lasagna that would made Garfield go crazy and put together many many more amazing meals with ease. Surprisingly I have always struggled with the simple things.

When Jared and I first got married I attempted to make a box of macaroni & cheese. He took his first bite and could hardly finish it. He then informed me from now on he was in charge of cooking the macaroni & cheese. He had perfected the art of macaroni and cheese in his years as a bachelor. I should have felt offended, but truthfully I knew that I always lacked these simple skills.

Well, rice has always been something else that I struggle with. My mom makes the best rice ever. She sautes it first with a little butter and garlic and then cooks the rice. It comes out perfect every time. I have attempted cooking rice many times in the year and five months we have been married. Every time it comes out disgusting. It would be either too hard, too soft, too garlicy or too salty. I blame the 7,000 feet of elevation for my horrible rice, but Jared has informed me that elevation does not effect taste.

Last night I decided that I really wanted to eat rice with the kabobs that we had been marinating. I took a deep breath and started the rice. I did every thing my mom would have done and then I crossed my fingers. Finally the timer went off and both the rice and the kabobs were ready. I put our dinner on our plates, prayed for the best and took my first bite. The rice was amazing. It actually had just the right proportions of salt and garlic. I was so excited. I inhaled the rest of the rice and went back for seconds. My life is completely changed. I can now cook rice!