Fast forward. Genève. My love affair with rice is so much deeper. I could not fanthom the idea of eating more pasta than rice in a week. Never mind the bulges. Though the voices of my grandparents still linger, cooking rice on the electric stove was a lot easier but kinda tricky for me during my pre-rice cooker days. My husband complained so many times of burnt casserole. It was then that I decided to make my life better and bought me a rice cooker. Boy, I love it. The thing made this clucking sound when ready. No staying put. I could do other task and in less than 15 minutes--voila! and the odor it brought out was just heavenly.
But most things don't last long, I should have known that. Now, after 3 years of staying together thru 2-3 cups most days, it bid me farewell today. No more red light, no more clucking. Just one nagging voice of my long lost grandfather "I have told you to watch the rice!"