Many, many pans of scorched rice because I forgot to check the stove and the water all boiled away. Until I got the rice cooker.
Back in college, we four guys who lived in an apartment decided to make a big dinner and have some women over; beef stroganoff over rice, or something like that. One guy, Dave, volunteered to cook the rice, because he "knew all about it". We were serving eight people, and he figured eight cups of rice would do the job. So he adds eight cups of _uncooked_ rice to the pot. Next thing I know, the rice is poking up a foot over the edge of the pot and spilling out over the stovetop and Dave is frantically trying to stuff twelve quarts of rice into a six-quart pot.
Dave is now a senior manager at Microsoft. Figures, doesn't it?
Last edited by Rodney; 09-20-2003 at 06:57 AM..
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