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!
I didn’t know that, blue rice sounds so fun and I know my kids would love that. I’ll experiment with it. I do add saffron to my rice when we make biryani so that makes complete sense
“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!!
You put it beautifully by saying “the steady crutch that kept me sustained”. That’s exactly what parenthood is in my mind. Being a crutch some days, a ladder some days
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!
I didn’t know that, blue rice sounds so fun and I know my kids would love that. I’ll experiment with it. I do add saffron to my rice when we make biryani so that makes complete sense
Is there a way I can show you a picture? ...you will be amazed!
“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!!
You put it beautifully by saying “the steady crutch that kept me sustained”. That’s exactly what parenthood is in my mind. Being a crutch some days, a ladder some days
Beautifully written Perzen! The metaphor of rice and motherhood— brilliant!
Thank you so much for reading I’m glad it resonates
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.
Thank you Chinwe and that’s a huge honour if you love it as much as rice!