When I saw him for the first time in Costco I wasn't blow away, but there was just something about that little round, pasty white body that was calling to me. But I took a chance one day after yet another relationship went south, and it was the start of a beautiful love affair.
I am talking about my rice cooker. This little guy seems like a frivilous expense; yet another gadget to junk up the counter. With time I have learned the intricacies of loving him, and he is now something I would never want to part with. Not only does he make my favorite side dish almost perfectly every time, he is much more than that. I have cooked spanish rice with him, made my favorite steel cut oatmeal and steamed chicken and veggies while my rice is cooking. Not only that, I have a whole recipe book of exciting new opportunities with him.
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