
It was one of those nights where The Hubs was on the road solving another radio crisis and I didn’t feel like cooking anything too involved just for myself, but I didn’t want to just have bread with butter and cheese, either. A quick surveying of the contents of the fridge yielded a few ingredients that hadn’t yet turned into science experiments. I paged through my mental cookbook and decided to make one of my standby bachelorette meals, the rice bowl. Read the rest of this entry