when it sings "twinkle, twinkle, little star" it's done

if there's anything i've learned from my parents it's that real rice can't be made the old-fashioned way - that is, in a pot. rice is made in a rice cooker. as an adult, i've never been without one. it was one of the earliest things i bought my first apartment, even before a futon, i think.



it was that same twelve year old rice cooker that had to be demoted recently. we took it down to florida and then, just abandoned it. now, we have this compact, stainless steel clad, bubular-looking thing. while it can be set to cook at any time of day and sing a melody to let us know when rice is done, we downgraded as far as size. instead of five plentiful cups of rice, we can only cook a measly three. come to think of it, i don't think we've ever cooked more than that. check in for future porridge meals!