Why I Love and Hate Rice

In my previous posts, I spoke about various types of food from various cultures.  In this particular post, I wanted to talk about one type of food and my love/hate relationship with it: rice.  Yup, that’s right!  I’ve got some major beef with rice, and yet, at the same time, I can’t help but love it.

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You see, rice is one of the most, if not the most eaten, staple food in the entire world.  Although depicted as something eaten mainly in Asia (which is also the most populous continent in the world), it’s literally eaten in almost every country throughout the world.  It comes in various forms and can be cooked in a myriad of different ways.  It may not directly build muscle, but it sure as heck can provide you with the energy you’ll need throughout your day!

My love for rice comes from my upbringing.  It’s the one thing that my mother and father cooked and encouraged us to eat, with almost every meal.  Not only did I fall in love with its plain, yet delicious taste, but I loved its ability to complement any other food at the dinner table from steak to chicken to steamed broccoli.  In addition to its taste and capability to go well with a variety of dishes, I can’t help but love how cheap it is!  You see, I come from pretty humble beginnings and my family wasn’t exactly the richest family on the block.  Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we were completely destitute and living in the ghetto.  There were, however, many times when money was a bit tight, which caused a decent amount of fighting.  The fact that rice came at a cheap price enabled us to put food on the table very easily.

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Here’s the reason why I have a hatred for rice: it tastes amazing, yet it’s killing my mom.  You see, my mom is a diabetic and has been at the mercy of the disease for the past 10 years.  She also suffers from a mental condition, so she doesn’t even know she has diabetes, nor can she gain an understanding of what it is.  Since she grew up eating rice, cooking rice, and has a habit of making rice dishes, she will continue eating rice without ever knowing that it’s spiking her blood sugar.

It’s an incredibly sad paradox that my mother and my entire family has to live with.  As much as I love my mom and want her blood sugar to stabilize, I cannot force my mom to stop eating rice.  I cannot stop her from cooking and eating, which are two freedoms that she has complete control over in her life.  Because of her mental condition, language challenges, and cultural barriers, she is unable to adequately work a job or even pursue hobbies.  Eating and cooking for her kids has been her sole purpose since I was born.  I cannot take that away from her.  That’s why I love and hate rice.

At a higher level, it’s really amazing to think about the Catch-22 that various food presents us with: food that we love, tends to be the food that’s killing us.  What about you?  Are there any foods that you absolutely love that may be killing you inside?