Jar of the dark : how I cook rice

This year literally started. 1 of 12 months has passed in every walk of life if the time is going to the future as one direction.

There are personal matters involved here. 

My grandmother died at the very outset of the year.

My happy new year immediately turned into her funeral.

lament is best to say lightly. 

Meanwhile, I was thinking about a new way of cooking rice as smart as I can. Because I stopped gluten for weeks since last year as I wrote in a previous blog.  I was looking for a more practical or quicker or no waste way, trying to find a new method to cook rice in the beginning of the year.

My grandmother did not eat scorched rice, so-called ‘O-koge’ in Japanese. Never did she do so. That is even when there was nothing to eat in the war. I don't know if it's because she was akin to samurai warrior family who had a sort of attitude in nature, or because she was born in Tokyo, the native who likes polished rice historically. 

She never did anything she didn't like, however or whatever.

Suppose I put slightly boiled rice and hot water in an airtight thermos soup jar and leave it alone. 

An airtight container could be useful to make rice, I cook rice smartly without burning rice and without using a bulky rice cooker that has to be prepared with electricity.  Its slogan symbolizes hotness, tightness, completely sealed, lighter, and smaller which is the sound of quite a new concept, more of an ubiquitous way. A petite volcano beneath the ground.There's no way around success. The victory is mine. 

But, that weekend, there was her funeral which a ceremonial religious occasion was a typical way of Japan her ashes were going to be stored into an urn. That shape of image and the color of funeral led me a black thermos I was going to purchase.  It's too much for me to reminisce about every time I use it and when I eat rice. Somehow I was reluctant to buy.

It was also available in white, but this time I felt that black would be better. Just like Junichiro Tanizaki's "in praise of shadow", at lines from his novel about ‘’Youkan'', claimed Japanese cuisine relies on shadows and is inextricably linked to darkness. In that small dark space, the darkness, separated from sight, is a good option to richly reawaken the sense of taste, black fits for representing latent power, packed rice awaits the time when it will be eaten in the shadow.

Health is wealth the most. In order to live a fulfilling life, carbs are essential. There is nothing wrong with a life and a demise, seeing its contrast daily could be pivotal. It is the epitome of being alive. 

Finally, I decided to shop it with the electronic over the internet e-commerce whenever I want, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, with my ambivalence. Fortunately, although a mold was alike, her urn was pearly white. It could divert my feeling from strong associative ties yet I could think of her quality which was the virtue of fortitude within many instances that I know of.

Of course, the new way of cooking method with jar of the dark was a success from hard to soft perfectly.