He wants more rice!

Have you ever seen an entire cup of rice all over a black and white tile floor? I have! Tonight I was working on a shrimp and asparagus risotto for dinner. I was right at the crucial moment when the onions were done and the garlic and rice needed to go in and get some heat for a couple of minutes. I was moving the rice to the dutchy when, well, I don't actually know what happened. Expect that it spilt. The entire cup of rice went everywhere. Meanwhile, I noticed that the uncooked shrimp I had cut up into little pieces on the chopping block was sending little rivers of grey juice onto the floor to mix with what? Oh yes, the cup of scattered uncooked rice. It was awesome. Actually, I did find it quite funny. Because, well, things like this elicit one of two responses from me. One, I either burst into tears because it is literally the last straw on an already large pile or two, I burst out laughing because what else is there to do? I have a habit of laughing at odd times. I frequently burst out laughing in staffing because the whole thing is just such a waste of time and energy and I try to release some pressure. Sometimes at a funeral or other quite serious situations.

Please come over for dinner at the new house. I cook very nice food now and I'll actually have a table where any one larger than a preteen could sit comfortably. Last night I made orzo pasta with Greek meatballs, feta cheese, and a roasted red pepper marinara. Delicious!