Recycling my post dated October 10 2014
Today October 10 2014 is 77th Birth Anniversary of my rice-manipulated mother.
"...Broadly put, neo-Epicureans suppose not only that you are what you eat, but that you think what you eat. Take German idealism, says Nietzsche. It has the leaden consistency and gaseous redolence of a diet thick with potatoes. Italian thought, one might add, is marked by the slippery texture and doughy blandness of pasta. Jewish metaphysics has the astringency and smoky intensity of briny pickles and cured fish. The indistinctness of Buddhist thought resembles white rice..."
"Today just three high-carbohydrate plants –wheat, rice, and corn– provide the bulk of the calories consumed by the human species, yet each one is deficient in certain vitamins or amino acids essential to life."
It was not wheat but rice that manipulated my Konkan-born Chitpavan-brahmin mother and her family. Thanks to her, rice is my favourite food too.
Curd-rice (दहीभात) is my ultimate comfort food. Some times even just a thought of eating it is quite soothing!
When we lived in Miraj, I felt little shy to admit it because rice-eating then was considered 'sissy' in Western Maharashtra. Eating jowar (Sorghum) bread was considered manly.
Later in life I realised, rice is eaten far more than jowar across the world and a lot of guys who eat them are as tough as they come.
It was interesting to read Anthony Bourdain on the subject of rice culture.
Any rice culture?
Artist: Leo Cullum, The New Yorker, 25 November 1991