Sandra Lee gave semi-homemade a bad rap. We take it back.
Every Monday I think about all of the pots of grains and rice and beans I should have made, like a good little cook, the Sunday before. Sometimes—no matter how good our intentions—our inner Tamar Adler refuses to show her face.
And so: Do as I do, and as our director of PR and events, Haley, does, and pick up the rice already cooked.
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She turned her already-cooked rice into an impromptu stir-fry with leftover vegetables and shrimp yesterday, and I routinely pile avocado and cucumbers atop mine, then drizzle on soy, sesame oil, and Sriracha. We do not think of Sandra Lee as we assemble our semi-homemade lunches; we think only of happiness and rainbows and a productive day ahead.
I have a thing for most foods topped with a fried egg, a strange disdain for overly soupy tomato sauce, and I can never make it home without ripping off the end of a newly-bought baguette. I like spoons very much.