Sometimes I dream about sitting in a big tub of rice pudding. It just seems like a nice thing to do. I imagine the milk or coconut milk would have a calming, moisturizing effect on the skin, and I like the idea of spa and sustenance all in one place. Whenever I get hungry, I could just lean down and take a little nibble around my elbow.
Everyone has a secret food dream. Mine is born of extreme rice love. From puddings to cakes, I never seem to tire of anything rice-based—particularly anything made with sticky rice, aka glutinous rice, which, despite its gluteney sounding name, is gluten-free. Plasma be damned, sticky rice is really the fourth state of matter; there’s something endlessly fascinating about its gummy, sticky texture that comes from the amylopectin starch particles in the rice breaking down. It’s just damn fun to eat.