When I was a child (and a pretty picky eater), Minute Rice was one of the things The Commander could count on me eating. I ate a lot of other things but I didn’t like things like au gratin potatoes (outta the box, fer kee-reist) so if that was in the hopper, she knew to make me Minute Rice.

She served Minute Rice in these bowls. She would put the rice in the bowls, then pour boiling water over the rice. Wait five minutes (or one?) and it was set to go. And butter! Yes, butter.

I dunno who made these bowls (and tops!). They look handmade but not sure. In any case, they were integral to my childhood. Maybe The Commander even made them? I dunno. I do know that a few years after she died, I started wondering where they were. I knew I didn’t get rid of them. I knew I had carted them down to The Landfill. I finally found them in a box with some fancy little white coffee cups. I think The Comm obtained the coffee cups later in life and I don’t care much about them. The rice bowls are part of my childhood and I will keep them.

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