Of Rice Cooking Contests
My aunts can be very combative, which is something many people don’t figure at first sight. They can’t even play snakes and ladders without quarreling. It’s not that they hate one another; it’s just that they can’t help trying to one-up the other sister. Even something like rice becomes a sticking point when my aunts are together. I recall one winter where they had a dispute over who possessed the best rice cooker. The quantity of rice that was fixed and eaten was just really incredible and really fattening. At long last, my first aunt was unanimously declared the victor. The silliest thing is, none of their families used to consume that much rice before.
