Tiny Bit Healthier – Little Bit Cheaper

Usually I cook meals at home, but while doing so I sometimes take shortcuts by using boxed items. One of these is seasoned rice.

One brand of seasoned rice lists among the ingredients artificial flavorings and other things I feel are not necessary for a tasty rice dish. Some of these ingredients are: hydrolyzed (corn, soy, wheat), sugar, protein, folic acid, niacin, thiamin (mononitrate), artificial flavors (smoked, tomato, carrot), antolyzed yeast extract (aka. salt enhanced yeast), torula yeast, colorings, and orzo/rice-shaped pasta made from whole durcim wheat memelia. Say what? A rice dish contains pasta?

My attempt to make healthy seasoned rice yielded the following recipe. Very good! At least Hubby approved.

Seasoned Rice (Vee’s Version)

Combine is saucepan:

1 tablespoon dried parsley

1 teaspoon dried thyme

1 teaspoon onion powder

¼ teaspoon garlic powder

¼ teaspoon ground coriander

⅛ teaspoon ground tumeric

½ teaspoon salt

⅛ teaspoon white pepper

Add:

3¼  cups water

1 tablespoon butter or olive oil

Bring to a boil and then add:

1½ cups uncooked Long Grain/Wild Rice Mix

Cover and simmer for 40 minutes.

Remove from heat and let set for 10 minutes.

Fluff with a fork.

Maybe I can start growing my own rice now.

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Wishes Are For Children

I want one of these.

That is my wish.

That’s today’s post.

Maybe when I see this quilt in my house I will once again be inspired to write.

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken 

     ~ by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Way leads to way and few go back, though some do try. The path, if found, is generally unrecognizable.

Robert Frost is a poet whose works I appreciate. His line, “Good fences make good neighbors,” from “Mending Wall” is oft quoted, but he is not usually given credit.