![]() ![]() ![]() I turned the heat down and covered it to keep the steam in. I cranked up the heat and got the soup to a roiling boil. I frantically begged Noa for help, leaving out the part about purple rice for at least ten minutes. The recommended 50 minutes passed, and the rice was soft, but intact. Little did I know that Goldilocks herself wouldn’t have considered this mess a porridge in the first place. The worst thing I thought would happen is that we’d be eating a bowl of something resembling mutilated Barney. Surely that means they’re both long grain rice, right? Sure! Nothing a little anxious Googling can’t solve. To me, the grains of purple rice looked roughly the same size as the rains of jasmine rice. You see, Patrick has an affinity for purple rice (AKA Forbidden Rice). OK, got it, I should stick with the recipe.īut then I arrived at the rice aisle, and everything changed. Sushi rice, as she explained, is a short grain rice. Noa warned me that my 10 pound bag of sushi rice would not cook down the same as the recommended jasmine or basmati rice. This newsletter continues to be a lesson in “Just do what Molly Baz says and stop thinking you’re smart.” Other than the the slight consistency difference between brown rice and white rice, I have never fully grasped what makes the 40,000 types of rice in the world different. I’m flattered, really.Īnyway, where was I? Oh yes, my grocery store anxiety. When I finally found a good one, she asked “Ohhh, what do you think?” I think you better have LifeAlert, lady, ‘cause fall ain’t just the name of the season!ĭisclaimer: I do not condone violence against little old ladies who just wanted a big strong handsome Jewish man to select their produce for them. Do you know what facing is? Grocery stores do it for a reason!Īnd then she has the audacity to be choosey!! I pulled out three different bundles only for her to tell me I was doing a bad job and picking bad produce. ![]() Listen lady, this isn’t the milk aisle, we aren’t in Clerks (1994), and now I’m on my tippy-toes as if the greens at the back will magically have more nutrients. When I offered to help, she told me that I should reach to the back of the shelf for her to find the best produce. But she didn’t like the greens at the front of the shelf. She could even reach the items on the shelf. Let’s get one thing clear: she could reach the shelf. She didn’t care about my fennel recipe at all! She just wanted a taller person to take notice of her before flailing her arms, hoping someone would offer to help! Mere seconds after engaging in what seemed like old-fashioned Midwestern chit-chat, our little 5’4” Meryl Streep turned up the dramatics about not being able to reach a bundle of leafy greens on the higher shelf. I answered her, gave her some advice on not letting the anise flavor come through, and proceeded to shop quietly.Īnd that’s when I discovered that she was an Oscar-winning actress. I thought she was on the phone, so I ignored her. It is also the place where a kindly older woman interrupted my podcast to ask me what I was making with fennel. Food is categorized into aisles where no sane human being would place them, and I have injured myself there on no less than two occasions (more on that next week). There are never enough baskets to go around. The parking lot is somehow always at capacity, even at 2pm on a Tuesday. The Whole Foods in Old Town, Chicago is undeniably cursed. I know it’s going to shock you, dear reader, but I decided that the second dish of the evening would be… the return of Caramelized Fennel with Parmy Frico. …Except of course, when you live in a city and it’s already an inconvenience to get to the grocery store, you want to get your money’s worth. A quick trip to the grocery store for some ginger, limes, chicken, and scallions, and I was on my way. What’s especially great about a recipe like this is that I already had almost all of the ingredients. Warm, thick, chicken-y goodness, full of bright flavors and all the root veggies you could want in a healthy, hearty meal. As with so many of Molly’s recipes, Noa was downright adamant that I try what she described as a “super good,” “very soothing” soup. To say my friend Noa “recommended” the Golden Get-Well Soup is an understatement. ![]() Patrick and I had just returned from a lovely extended weekend in Michigan, and we were in need of something warm and comforting. ![]()
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