Jackie must’ve been an Oriental in her previous life, as she loves rice so much that she can eat for the whole of Britain. I’d once suggested she might want to cook one huge pot of rice so that she could freeze meal-size portions, thus saving herself a lot of work. She said it wouldn’t complete the journey to the freezer as she’d just scoff the lot in one go. To curb her passion for rice, she now buys controlled portions only.
We’d gone for a Chinese meal in October, and a few months later she told me, “The rice was so delicious I thought about it for days afterwards!” Sorry, gentlemen, you’re redundant!
On one of her trips to China, her two travelling companions had ordered a portion of fried rice (to go with the meat and veg dishes), whilst Jackie ordered plain boiled rice (which is the Chinese way of doing it, as one’s doing an injustice to the fried rice and the meat/veg dishes by having both at the same sitting). Jackie finished her plain boiled rice, and saw that her friends couldn’t finish their mountain of fried rice, so, instead of letting it go to waste, she started tucking in. “It took me a few hours, but I finished the lot.”
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