Rogue Rice Pudding

I haven’t died, nor have I written the promised Bible post for y’all. But I did have a talk with my mom about how she thinks I should write higher quality posts instead of apologizing all the time. So here’s a short one for my mom.

I just got home from choir. I was excited because I had found myself a ride to the Amtrak station at 7am, saving myself 30-45 extra minutes on the bus or waiting around downtown. But Ben appeared to not be home. Then I heard clinking and cluttering in the bathroom, but the lights weren’t on. Ben insisted that he didn’t need the lights to brush his teeth. Then he kept dropping something, so I switched on the light. Then he dropped his toothbrush into the toilet, making it the second toothbrush since April to fall into the toilet.

That as a stand alone incident isn’t that funny, really. But then the microwave started beeping at me and I got mad at it and went to take out the rice pudding that I’d heated up. It was in a nice 1 cup ziploc container. Somehow the rice pudding JUMPED out of the container and ended up on the edge of the microwave half fallen out. So what did I do? I ran to the rescue of the rice pudding. I grabbed it in my hand, ran to the cupboard and threw it into a bowl. It was burning my hand. Then Ben came in and I explained that I had just thrown the rice pudding across the room to save it. Hysterical laughing from both parties ensued. Not so random aside: the rice pudding was made in under an hour from dry rice in the rice cooker. It worked out well, if you ignore the crunch in the currents that expired 1.5 years ago.

Now we are using video chat across the room. It makes funny echo noises.

I really shouldn’t keep writing my conference paper tonight. I should obviously go to bed. Or pack. Or something. But to keep the conversation going, I will ask you this: What would you do with rice pudding gone rogue?


I’m a real Minnesotan now. Not only do I vote there, but I just got my real MN driver’s license earlier this week. I love living in the Midwest and Minneapolis is a great city. I’m definitely enjoying this phase of my life 🙂 Minnesota feels more like home, more of a fit for me, than anywhere else I’ve lived since I’ve been 17. So while my driver’s license photo is horrific, it will be nice to fit in.

Ironically, I’m writing today from Iowa, where I’m spending Thanksgiving. I’m headed to Kentucky for Christmas though, which I’m looking forward too. One problem about Minneapolis is that it’s too far from my family.
In other news, Simon the Great sent me a great link from the New York Times today. If you want to chip in to buy a piece of the London tunnels, let me know. We currently have 0 of the required 7.4 million dollars.
Simon and I exchange an average of eight emails a day, many including exciting stuff like the link above. (Simon is the recipiant of all hillarious blogs that appear in my Google Reader. If there’s a piece about spiders lost in space or “Paula Deen is trying to kill us: Thanksgiving edition,” Simon will get it in her inbox. These inevitably lead to threads of emails about space spiders that will take over the universe and links to video of Paula Deen deep-frying cheesecake…just so you have an idea of our communications.) But Simon’s blog, when they write on it (they being Simon and Ivan, her partner in crime), is fantastic. So while I’m busy writing up some of my recent cooking adventures, hop over to her site to read a hysterical piece on alpacas.