I read a bio of Loung Ung, the author of, First They Killed My Father, in which she said, she felt at home anywhere a pot of rice was on the stove. And although I've never known hunger as she had, I recognized the feeling. The contented smell of simmering rice, almost sweet, grounds me like nothing else. I'm rarely without a pot of it on the stove.
And according to Seductions of Rice neither are large parts of the world where rice is also an everyday staple. I picked up this book years ago from a chain store sale shelf and brought it home. I'm still wondering why it was on sale. The book is a testament to basic, slow and local foods around the globe that compliment, begin or end with rice.
Sometimes I simply look at the pictures, other times I read ingredients for recipes I'll never make but taste each one as if I already had. And when I feel armchair adventurous I read the stories that go with the rich photography, dishes and history. And I'm there.
Seductions Of Rice is a book as nourishing as the bowls of rice eaten day after day from Cambodia to California.
Do you have a favorite book that you pick up over the years that continues to offer up new surprises or takes you somewhere else but comforts you exactly where you are? A book with pictures for those times that words get to be too many?