fried. rice, this time.

as i continue the quest to eat my way out of this house, i discovered a bag of white rice last week. where did it come from? no idea. but it was there, and momentarily, became the starch of choice. i mean, who wants to move a bag of rice?

kim asked if i could do something exciting with it, like make fried rice, she said. ok.

blake had been the fried ricer in my last place, and i had never done it before. and i messed up on the first attempt. well, a little mess. i sauteed carrots, bok choy, onions, eggplant, and wax beans with garlic and chili oil. nervously, i removed the mixture from the wok onto a plate.

a rice experiment came next. the white rice was cooked, and the internet says (in some recipes) that the cook will fry the egg into the rice. i tried this, cracking the egg over the rice in the oily pot, but it seemed as though the rice sort of absorbed the egg, but in a way that made me think it was still uncooked. so i trashed it.

i added a little more oil to the wok and poured in an an already-scrambled egg. it cooked up immediately and then poured the rice in, and stirred until properly mixed. finally, the vegetables.

it was quite formidable, and better than the greasy god-knows-what they sell in those walk-in chinese food establishments. i ate the leftovers cold for lunch the next day.