Today is National Fried Rice Day. It’s a day the resonates so well with me. As many of you know, I come from a mixed marriage. Dad is an Okie with Irish-Cherokee roots. Mom was a Filipino by way of Spain with a splash of Chinese for good measure.Continue reading “Fried Rice Day and Fond Memories”
Today was one of those days when it was nearly impossible to pick which delicious day to celebrate. Now I know in the past when I’ve found myself in such a pickle, I’ve managed to bring it all together. But not this time around.Continue reading “In an Instant, It’s All in The Wok”
Did you know that today is National Fried Rice Day? Yep, an entire day dedicated to fried rice. I love fried rice. What I don’t like about it is that authentic fried rice is something that requires planning. Everyone knows the best rice is day-old or at least hours old rice.
Growing up in a mixed culture household, rice often graced our dinner table. While other families dined on mashed potatoes with creamy gravy, we ate a ton of white rice smothered in that same delicious gravy. Oh sure, if there were a roast in the oven, it was a safe bet that our starchy side for the evening were potatoes. However; more often than not those spuds were not mashed but rather quartered and roasted alongside the beef, soaking in all those wonderful flavors of the pan drippings.