I asked for a rice cooker for Christmas, and my parents got me one. Well, sort of. It was listed as Gremlin’s present, but I was the one who asked for it.
I like rice, I just don’t like making it. And the easy-to-cook rice costs so much more than regular rice. Regular rice is, what, fifty cents a pound or something? Something ridiculously cheap. Especially if you buy twenty pounds at once.
Which causes a problem: what the hell do you do with twenty pounds of rice, if you’re not cooking for five hundred people at once?