So, here’s something for you. I started writing this post a few days ago, and it didn’t get saved somehow. Not one lick of the spectacularness was saved, though you know it’s supposed to save every few minutes. It’s just gone from the list.
It was pretty funny too, considering it was about food. I usually try to save those for the Sunday Dinner post, but I made it Sunday night and I was pretty tired.
Anyway…
I have a love/hate relationship with brown rice. The hate part is that I’ve cooked it correctly maybe 3 times since I learned if its existence.
One of those times was on Sunday. Sunday was a weird day. We went and got some stuff to finish the chicken coop run. Then I went outside to pull weeds. See, the Mister said he felt like having a bonfire, but the backyard looks like the jungle from Tarzan or the Jungle Book. All these damn bushes, some as tall as I am, and 98% of them are part of a family of trees that I am known to be allergic to, so if I go out bare armed or start pulling weeds without gloves on, I get itchy. Not a good itchy that can be helped by a couple of scratches across it. No, it’s a burning itch. Like that has me in the bathroom washing up to my elbows. Its unpleasant.
You can imagine then how I felt when I had been outside pulling weeds for a while, and the person who wanted to start a fire in the yard and needed the weeds cleared out was in the house sitting on his ass.
I made sure he knew what was up and I went out and pulled weeds in the garden bed. Which by the way is growing vegetables, people! And melons! It’s crazy how I haven’t managed to make it look like the earth had been salted back there.
By the end of the day, his hands have blisters and I can barely stand up my back hurts so much. But, I had a plan. See, my friend, Sharon posted the other day about having empanadas, and that of course made me want some.
I went back into the house and started cooking. Everything was going good, until I realized I hadn’t bought any cilantro. Thankfully, I had some growing in front, so I basically decimated my entire crop for dinner.
Like, I said I was barely able to stand, so I said screw it, I’ll just not make empanadas, we’ll have the meat and tortillas and voila!
Except that my daughter has eaten us out of tortillas. Like there were two left. During the summer, it was easy, she’d hang out in her room and forget to eat lunch. Now, she’s out here every morning like she’s Julia Child cooking up some kind of something. And she has deemed that lunchtime is now anytime between noon and whatever time it is when mom starts yelling at your for getting something to eat because it’s almost time for dinner.
I wasn’t a loss. The only thing I could think of was arroz con gandules, but I dont have all the stuff for that and over an hour round trip to the store was not happening. So, I improvised. And it turned out pretty well.
Here’s what you need:
2 cups uncooked brown rice
3.5 cups water or chicken broth
1 can Goya gandules
2 packets Goya Sazon
1 can Rotel Mexican style tomatoes
2 tbsp cumin
Put everything in the electric pressure cooker/instant pot. Cook at normal rice setting.
I let the pressure go down without venting. I find that most times this is best with rice.
This was some of the best brown rice I’ve ever made.
I had zero hope that it would turn out good at all, so I dont have pictures and there was hardly anything left, so I guess it must have been liked by everyone.
Of course after this gets posted the other one I was working on before that disappeared, is now showing up on the list.