Its a…rice cooker?
The Chinese never cease to amaze me. For a country that supposedly lives on rice and rice alone the sight of a rice cooker baffles them. On two occasions have I come across their astonishment. The first was when I was tutoring children at my old apartment. When we were going over household vocabulary we took a tour around the kitchen. When I pointed to the rice cooker I asked them the name. They had no idea so I asked them what it did. Again no reply, when I finally told them the name and use they asked if I had brought it from America.
Incident two. Today on my lunch break I went to Yoga, pat on the back for moi, and then ran some errands. As if running errands on my lunch break isn’t strange enough around here I showed up with a rice cooker. Again after looking over the box they asked for an explanation. Umm a rice cooker…its a thing that cooks…rice? Work is in the middle of home and yoga so I didn’t have enough time to go to yoga, shopping, home and then back to work so I just brought my shopping to work to take home after. I just don’t understand how its not a given when I say RICE COOKER. Oh well, I guess I’d have nothing to blog about if life was the same as it was State side right?
For all of you who remember the toaster oven incident please keep me in your prayers. This kitchen only has a gas stove. Umm I think investing in a hot plate might be in the best interest of my life. The rice cook was to decrease my chances of death by kitchen fire but there are still plenty of other hazards I’ve yet to explore in this kitchen.
I promise to give an apartment tour in the next week.





















