If I ruled the world Lauryn Hill would come out with another CD and we could use rice to end world hunger. Growing up in a Nigerian household has definitely taught me the value of rice. Rice is the most useful food on earth in my opinion. Boil a cup of rice and you are pretty much set out to have a good meal. When I eat rice out in restaurants here stateside I recognize that my fellow Americans don’t appreciate good rice. Rice is always a side dish, like that ubiquitous “red-headed stepchild” of restaurant chain food. In my house rice is the like the first son that sets the par for the rest of the meal. It may seem silly that I’m making this big to-do about something as plain as rice, but think about how many cultures view rice a staple food. Personally, I can’t just eat plain white rice and call it a day. My rice needs some type of stew or flavoring on top of it. Every Sunday my mother makes a big lunch with enough leftovers to last the whole week. Each week there is always some variation of rice; whether it’s curry rice, rice and stew, or Thai rice. My mother’s cooking is on an international scale. There are times I’ve walked into the kitchen to find my mother making Okra soup for my father, curry rice to send to a friend, and rolling up spring rolls for me, but that’s another story. When my family buys rice we just don’t go to the local grocery store and stock up on Uncle Bens. Nope, we take it to the next level. We go to some international African or Asian food store and buy our rice by the sack. I’m talking about those large burlap sacks that you see people doing hopping races in at family reunions and picnics. We eat so much rice that the sack doesn’t even last us the whole year. It’s just like that. People from around the world are quick to point out differences and slow to think of similarities. A commonality I’ve noticed among cultures is food. Every culture eats some sort of rice. Most cultures also eat some type of dough with food inside whether it’s a meat pie (Nigerian), empanada (Spanish), Beef Patty (Jamaican), or Hot Pockets (American). Fatties unite! Maybe I’m being overly nostalgic and philosophical or maybe I’m hungry, but just think about it. Check out this website: http://www.freerice.com/ .