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• So, you take some rice ...
  by Arletta

  .. any rice, I suppose; in this case, it’s just Food Club brand white rice and in proportions that should yield around a cup of rice per …

  .. any rice, I suppose; in this case, it’s just Food Club brand white rice and in proportions that should yield around a cup of rice per person. I think about a cup per person is just enough to go with the rest of the dinner. If I’m wrong, well, that’s okay, because leftover rice can be put to great uses. You put the rice in the bowl a microwavealble bowl, with the appropriate amount of water. Now, I look to cook my rice a bit longer than is generally considered good when making these sort of meals, because I like it to end up sticky. Regardless of the meal, I am nof a fan of fluffy rice. Fluffy rice flies all over and gets up your nose, if you ae not careful. Who needs that, during a meal – or, at any other time. I put the rice on for 25 minutes because it is cold water and a moderate sized bowl: 5 cups should be building up inside there. The chicken and broccoli were frozen, but that was yesterday. The orange juice was frozen, too, but that was days ago. Out the come! Out of the ‘rridge with them and onto the stove top. It is not required, placing things on the stovetop. It’s not even recommended. Yet, it is flat and fairly clean, conveniently located; things will be placed there. Things will also be chopped there. Shh! Don’t tell! Things are cut there: onion is chopped The tops and ickier looking bits of bell peppers are removed. That is later, though. For now, back to the chicken. Pull the old nasty pan out of the oven, the one the kids forgot to remove after cookiing hamburger parties in a selfish nighttime feeding rritual. They’ve been reminded before, they will forget again. The cockroaches don’t mind when they do forget, though, so life is somewhat balanced between parental frustration and diminuative joy. Put the new clean pan in its place. Rinse it first, because cockroaches were just thought of and paranoia runs deep. Put the chicken on the pan. This time it is boneless, skinless chicken breast; nice and thick. Sprinkle spices on and around the chicken: basil and rosemary are nice with chicken; a little cayenne for kick; a little salt to enhance; a dash of red wine vinegar for exotic flair beyoond the call of duty; ginger, because – well, just because! Garlic is a given! Cinammon can be lovely.Onion powder is dusted on, and all smells satisfactory indeed. Orange juice is oppened and poured into a bowl. Not the rice bowl, but another one Wait! Don’t forget to put the cornstarch in, first. How much? Slightly more than you think you’ll need. Water cooks out of chicken, sometimes. Add honey! How much? I have a fiarly big jug, so I tip it, hold, then right it again. It takes less than 2 seconds. Stir. The cornstarch and honey will make a light creamy, tasty looking paste. Don’t taset it. Now, orange juice and stir .. stir. .. stir .. get those lumps out .. mizzen that main mast .. well, maybe just .. stir. ... / / Pour onto and around the chicken. Oh, yes, I forgot: I also added a few drops of sesame oil. No one knows why, but it smelled good at the time. Will it make a difference? I don’t know. Now the desecration of the stovetop begins in earnest. Chop .. chop .. chop .. drip .. spill .. .tear … I tend to tear up the bell peppers. I worry about my hand shaking and the knife slipping and fingertips rolling away, never to feel the finer things in life again. It’s not the most unreasonable fear; especially when your knives must be wielded savagely due to inferior quality. I do chop the onions, though. Throw the onions, bell peppers (golden and green), and previously frozen broccoli on top of all. Slide the pan, and, preferably, also the oven rack, into the oven. Set the oven for bake, 350 degrees. This is a guess. So is the time of an hour, which is what the oven timer will be set for. Wait and dream. While dreaming, write. Bon Appetite!