I Do Not Love You Brown RiceI do not love you brown rice, even as you sit in the pantry slum for untouchables.
At one time, you waited on a higher shelf to please hippie girls who arrived unannounced looking for you and your bad-ass brother bulgur; and sometimes for me to cook them and talk of revolution and other middle-class fantasies.
Arborio has taken your place and I love it in exactly the way I don’t love you — with morels and butter and Parmigiano-Reggiano and cracked peppercorns.
I miss the hippie girls, though.
- Tapwater Jackson