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I donāt know who needs to hear this, but in most cases youāre gonna want to season your rice. After it cooks, put some oil/butter on that steamy starch and stir and salt it. It doesnāt even need to be a huge amount, but itās going to improve things so much. You could even put a little vinegar in there tooāgo crazy.
Everyone is gonna be like, āwow your rice tastes so goodā and you can know that itās all because of your use of FLAVORS and SCIENCE.
Everyone is gonna be like, āwow your rice tastes so goodā and you can know that itās all because of your use of FLAVORS and SCIENCE.
Apr 19, 2024
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šSerious sushi chefs only touch rice for their first 3 years of training, so you can put in a little extra effort and make your rice better. Like an omelette, one of the easiest things to make, but most difficult to perfect.
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šŖ“You SHOULD be rinsing your rice before you cook it.
But if you arenāt today is the PERFECT day to start.
Rinse your rice in cold water to get the starch off it, agitate the rice. save that milky colored water in a large container. Keep rinsing the rice until itās clear.
Cook your rice and eat it.
Let the rice water sit overnight so that the hard minerals evaporate.
You can dilute the rice water with more reg water to dilute it (like if you have HELLA plants like I do) but stir it up bc it might settle.
(You can either add filtered water OR you can add more water before you let the hard minerals evaporate)
Now you have a natural and free fertilizer for your plants. Use it all in one day tho.
Repeat once a month, every other month or when your plant babies need some extra love especially during the winter months.
But if you arenāt today is the PERFECT day to start.
Rinse your rice in cold water to get the starch off it, agitate the rice. save that milky colored water in a large container. Keep rinsing the rice until itās clear.
Cook your rice and eat it.
Let the rice water sit overnight so that the hard minerals evaporate.
You can dilute the rice water with more reg water to dilute it (like if you have HELLA plants like I do) but stir it up bc it might settle.
(You can either add filtered water OR you can add more water before you let the hard minerals evaporate)
Now you have a natural and free fertilizer for your plants. Use it all in one day tho.
Repeat once a month, every other month or when your plant babies need some extra love especially during the winter months.
Jan 25, 2024
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Like, the back light is so good.
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Like, from the Sabrina Carpenter song.
āI canāt make it afterallā¦cause Iām a singerā
āYes, Iām actually having a great dayā¦cause Iām a singerā
āI canāt make it afterallā¦cause Iām a singerā
āYes, Iām actually having a great dayā¦cause Iām a singerā
Apr 26, 2024
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It's been a week since my brother Jacob passed. He was the last person I expected to goāan extremely active cyclist, hiker, and traveler. We still don't know what exactly happened, but in a matter of only half an hour he went from making his breakfast to his heart stoping.
So many of his traits I admired so much felt like things I lacked; he was disciplined, reliable, and energetic. He traveled the world and made friends across the whole globe, it seems. He was always adept at math, a subject I always struggled with.
He was only 18 months my junior. I literally can't remember my life without Jacob in it. At some points in our childhood he felt like my shadow. Since we were homeschooled during the early years of my life we spent so much time together. I took that for granted, but now I'm so grateful for all the hours of fort building, hole digging, camping, biking, basketball, getting destroyed by him playing NBA Live and womping on him in Mortal Kombat.
I really regret simply assuming he knew how much I loved him. We were brothers. We fought, argued, and teased each-other. He was such an appendage to my day-to-day that I didn't ever stop to tell him how dear he was to me, how proud I was of all he'd done, how grateful I was for all he contributed around the house and with the family, and how jealous I was of his fearlessness with change and travel.
People ask how I'm holding up, and it's hard to answer becauseāall things consideredā I am doing alright. The hardest times are when my brain and nervous system still haven't realized he's gone: hearing the creak of a door and expecting him to walk in after a bike rideāhis cycling shoes clinking on the tile; learning some soccer news and wanting to text him about it; feeling eager to get his feedback on something I cooked.
But the most difficult thing has been encountering the pity and sorrow people have shown toward me, because that somehow reveals the scope of the loss and the depth to which folks cared about him and care about me. Knowing we share some impacts of this loss breaks my heart. I so deeply appreciate all the offers of help and reaching out, and yet I have nothing to offer. I have nothing for which to ask. My brain just short-circuits.
Perhaps the best thing you can do for me is to let your loved ones know how you feel. Find one person you have maybe taken for granted and share your love clearly so that they truly know how much you treasure them because they won't always be around.
So many of his traits I admired so much felt like things I lacked; he was disciplined, reliable, and energetic. He traveled the world and made friends across the whole globe, it seems. He was always adept at math, a subject I always struggled with.
He was only 18 months my junior. I literally can't remember my life without Jacob in it. At some points in our childhood he felt like my shadow. Since we were homeschooled during the early years of my life we spent so much time together. I took that for granted, but now I'm so grateful for all the hours of fort building, hole digging, camping, biking, basketball, getting destroyed by him playing NBA Live and womping on him in Mortal Kombat.
I really regret simply assuming he knew how much I loved him. We were brothers. We fought, argued, and teased each-other. He was such an appendage to my day-to-day that I didn't ever stop to tell him how dear he was to me, how proud I was of all he'd done, how grateful I was for all he contributed around the house and with the family, and how jealous I was of his fearlessness with change and travel.
People ask how I'm holding up, and it's hard to answer becauseāall things consideredā I am doing alright. The hardest times are when my brain and nervous system still haven't realized he's gone: hearing the creak of a door and expecting him to walk in after a bike rideāhis cycling shoes clinking on the tile; learning some soccer news and wanting to text him about it; feeling eager to get his feedback on something I cooked.
But the most difficult thing has been encountering the pity and sorrow people have shown toward me, because that somehow reveals the scope of the loss and the depth to which folks cared about him and care about me. Knowing we share some impacts of this loss breaks my heart. I so deeply appreciate all the offers of help and reaching out, and yet I have nothing to offer. I have nothing for which to ask. My brain just short-circuits.
Perhaps the best thing you can do for me is to let your loved ones know how you feel. Find one person you have maybe taken for granted and share your love clearly so that they truly know how much you treasure them because they won't always be around.
May 6, 2024