So, I knew it wouldn't last forever. Perhaps, if I ever get tired of the blog being called "Angst Loves Spinach" I'll change the name to Taming of the Brown Rice. Not quite as catchy, I'll grant you, but I feel like I spend an inordinate amount of time discussing my inability to cook brown rice.
I finally tasted victory the other day, but I knew it would be short-lived and tonight's dinner reinforced that belief strongly.
I made Rice Island Casserole from Vegan on the Cheap. When I started cooking, I asked Mister if anything on the menu jumped out at him. He refrained from giving any guidance other than "you might want to make something that takes a while, since you're starting early." Pretty good guidance, actually, considering how darn long it took to cook.
Fortunately, while it was simmering away...for about two hours...it smelled amazing. That just made the waiting more difficult! There was such a great combination of herbs and spices that just simmered away smelling very much like the pan of mulling spices left on a back burner in my mother-in-law's kitchen on Christmas Eve. I thought, as it simmered and simmered, that once it was finally finished, if it tasted anything like it smelled, it couldn't help but be a phenomenal success.
I was absolutely right. It was so good and it brought out a serious hankering for Isa's Jerk Seitan on Coconut Rice...
The recipe is that of Oatmeal Raisin Cookies from VCIYCJ, but I used cranberries instead of raisins and I plumped them in some hot water while we were [finally] eating dinner. My kitchen smells so good right now.