I have a thing for  brown rice.

Since we moved a month ago the only good thing I've done for myself, food-wise, is making and eating brown rice. If you have ever moved you know its a stressful experience, and when you have a toddler in the mix, well, its impossible to set a timetable for 'settling in'. At least that is the case with us. My to-do list seems barely touched at the end of the day, and at the end of the week for that matter.  I feel like I'm just trying to catch up to the unpacking and the housework because as it turns out finding toddler classes and meeting new parents and kids in hopes of setting up playdates is a job in itself. 

So with all the running around to the library and traveling to other towns, I haven't been eating well.  I've been indulging in bad things like Hershey bars with almonds, Mallomars, Pringles and more.

My only saving grace has been brown rice. I don't know why but a warmth comes over me when I get out that sauce pan and put in the water, rice, butter (veggie) and salt. I bring it to a boil and the aroma starts to weave its way through the house. I don't know if its the rice itself or the veggie butter, but every time I lift the lid off the pot, mmm, it smells so good and I'm just so glad I made it.  I make a lot so we can eat it for a few days.  Then when I'm hungry and ready to pull out that Pringle can I suddenly remember there's a container of brown rice in the fridge and I can't wait to open that lid and smell it. And it doesn't take long to heat up on the stove. I just throw in some beans and spices or sometime cilantro, onions and a little more salt. And sometime I just eat it plain. Still yummy and so good for me.