Oh, such fantasies I had. Seeing as my idea of the food came from Katamari Damacy and old episodes of Pokemon, I thought rice balls were some sort of magical snack, delicious in all ways, easy to cook. I imagined proudly presenting to my mom a plate full of perfectly symmetric triangles of rice, their gleaming white grains punctuated by a perfectly placed black strip of nori. Alas, 'twas not meant to be. (Cookie for the reference.) My family would adore me and shower me with compliments, and my friends would be in awe of the fact that I had indeed tasted the jelly doughnuts.
So, driven by these ridiculous dreams, I bravely tried to boil some rice. When it was finally done, there was still some water left in the pot. Being the stubborn person I am, I was not to be deterred by this. Following the directions I had photocopied from an anime cookbook I got at the library, I stretched a piece of plastic wrap across the measuring cup and lumped a spoonful or two of rice on to it. I gathered it up and twisted it closed. I tried to shape it into a triangle, and nearly burned myself as it had a good deal of hot water in it.
After letting the rice cool, I repeated this process. I spilled the rice into the measuring cup at least twice. In the end I ended up with vaguely triangular lumps of rice in several different sizes and shapes, which I wrapped in equally irregular strips of nori.
Next came the sesame and salt. My mom had insisted that I roll them in sesame seeds and sea salt, so I had to do it. (By this time it was about 1:30. I had started the rice around 10:40.) I couldn't find the sesame seeds, no matter where I looked. Sleepy and lacking supervision, I began to worry that maybe someone had inexplicably thrown away the sesame seeds. After much searching I finally found them, all the way in the back of the cabinet.
So then I dumped the sesame and salt onto a plate and picked up a rice ball. I ended pu less rolling it and more stamping it furiosuly itno the sesame seeds. I repeated this process, and ended up with two of them being almost totally covered in sesame and the rest more sparsely coated. I used almost he entire jar of sesame seeds. Miraculously, I didn't break ant of the rice balls.
Looking at them, they looked more like fail triangles than rice balls.
And so, I sit here, at 2:30 AM, eating sugary cereal and writing this pointless blog post.
While eating the sygaru cereal, I have contemplated many things. BEHOLD MY MUSINGS.
- Why didn't my rice balls come out perfect like in anime?
- How is it that Brock can make amazing rice balls when he has his eyes closed constantly, and mine come out awful?
- Does the fact that I very much enjoyed a part of Charrie Convo where Toddy-Woddy went on a murderous rampage and voilently killed all the other charaxrets except Gabby make me a bad person, or psychho?
- Why the heck does the anime cookbok have such an annoying, stupid, and typical mascot character?
- How come in my sparkly shoujo fantasies, I was some strange cross between Ichigo Momomiya and whoever the heck the girl from Shugo Chara is, and my friends were Roze, Miku and Watanuki?
- Why does Sasuke tell a different versin of his parents' death each time, yet use the same animation?
I apologize for any typos or spelling errors, as I'm half asleep and don't feel like correcting them.
