Fried Rice

There's really no comfort food like friend rice. Well... I suppose there's my Dad's holiday turkey, and my Mom's post-holiday turkey-congee. But really.. we're talking a very select group of foods here.

Frying rice goes back a long way in my family. My Grandma LOVES to fry me rice. Really loves it. When I was in High school, she once promised to fry me rice for breakfast. She went to bed at her usual bed time. At around 11pm, I went to practice piano (This was when I was training for my ARCT exam. Piano was serious business for awhile there.). At around 11:30, I hear the sound of rice frying. My grandma had heard the piano and thought it was morning.

Another time, I had Greg and Dickie over. My grandma fried us all rice for brunch. Greg got through half of his bowl, but Dickie barely dented his (It's hard to describe the quantities of rice we're talking here. Imagine heaping bowls bigger than your head. Easily). I had to explain to my Grandma that white people just don't have the same capacity for rice as us yellow people.

Anyways, my Grandma loves frying me rice so much that she gets kinda upset if I try to do it myself. In fact, it was my sister who finally passed on the art of rice frying to me. Even so, I got very little practice frying rice while living at home.

Which brings me to the reasons for this post:
1. I am currently (yes at 2:00am in the morning) chowing down on some friend rice.
2. I am becoming a grand-master, supa-stellar, rock-the-wok rice fryer.

Seriously. I use to fry the egg such that there were pieces of egg amidst the rice. Now, I do it so that each grain of rice has egg on it. EACH GRAIN!

In conclusion, I am awesome.