I am a fan of rice. While Hubby likes white rice with Asian foods, I prefer my rice packed with flavor enhancements. Growing up, Mom had to have her rice. After all, she was Filipino and rice is a staple in Filipino households. Dad hails from Oklahoma, with a heavy Okie-Southern influence. If it isn’t fried, than at least it’s swimming in gravy. When others were enjoying a big bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes topped with pan dripping gravy, we had a big bowl of white rice with Okie gravy. In all the years Hubby and I have been sitting down to the table together, and in all the meals we’ve shared over all those years, I have never made him white rice with gravy. Hum . . . just thinking out loud.