If you steep some blue pea vine flowers and cook the rice in the water ...the rice will be a beautiful blue color. Then if you add an acid(like a squeeze of lemon) the rice turns violet in color. So cool and fun for everyone to try. Tastes like normal rice! Oh how I wish I could add a picture!
“The stage on which you shine. The thing you come home to,” a beautiful encapsulation of motherhood. This was lovely to read and resonant for this mother of 3 and rice lover.
at first, I don't know why I teared up reading this piece, but I know it's because I feel the same way about rice. if I haven't eaten rice at least every other day, my spirit feels off. it's the food that has been present in celebrations and hardships, the steady crutch that kept me sustained. I don't have kids but I could feel the bonds you share with yours through the heartfelt analogies. loved this Perzen!!
If you steep some blue pea vine flowers and cook the rice in the water ...the rice will be a beautiful blue color. Then if you add an acid(like a squeeze of lemon) the rice turns violet in color. So cool and fun for everyone to try. Tastes like normal rice! Oh how I wish I could add a picture!
“The stage on which you shine. The thing you come home to,” a beautiful encapsulation of motherhood. This was lovely to read and resonant for this mother of 3 and rice lover.
at first, I don't know why I teared up reading this piece, but I know it's because I feel the same way about rice. if I haven't eaten rice at least every other day, my spirit feels off. it's the food that has been present in celebrations and hardships, the steady crutch that kept me sustained. I don't have kids but I could feel the bonds you share with yours through the heartfelt analogies. loved this Perzen!!
Beautifully written Perzen! The metaphor of rice and motherhood— brilliant!
Just like everything you write, I devoured this!
I love this piece like I love rice. Hahaha... Such a beautiful piece! You write beautifully, Perzen.