Ray to Riches: Volume 19

Greetings, young masters. Every week there’s a new reason to be excited with a new playlist of the hottest, newest, and underrated tracks that have surfaced during the week for your pleasure. As you jam along to the new tunes, if you’re a little more interested in my own (boring) life, then there’s a short story included that covers virtually any topic that reflects what I’m feeling at the time. These could be memories, experiences, feelings, and etc. This is my weekly recap in a nutshell.

1 week. 1 story. 7 days. 7 songs. This is,

Ray to Riches: Volume 19

Date: March 13, 2016
Title: What is the difference?

I feel like this story would resonate more with my foreign brothers and sisters. Growing up, and even now rice has been the staple in my diet. At home, it’s always custom to have 1-2 bowls of rice with sides made to eat with it. Chicken, fish, veggies, pork… those were just some of the many dishes I would see my parents cook every single night.

We often say that there’s no good meal better than the one cooked at home. That rule certainly applies to me. I’d rather eat some home-made salmon head tomato soup than have a Double Quarter Pounder sandwich from McDonalds (most of the time…don’t judge).

The other day I had a hilarious conversation with my room mate. We were deciding what kind of rice to cook for the week. Having both Chinese and Pakistani influences living under the same roof, we had both jasmine and basmati rice. We decided that it wouldn’t matter what rice we made… cause they’re the same thing. Or are they?

I would agree that they are different rices in terms of texture. But flavour…? I don’t think I can distinguish different tastes of plain rice. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t tell the difference between one bag of jasmine rice with the other. I remember sitting at the dinner table and listening to my parents talk about how this new bag of jasmine rice doesn’t taste as good as the previous ones. I literally look at my own bowl of rice, to what seems to me looks and tastes like the exact same bowl of rice I’ve been consuming my whole life. I’m not quite sure if my parents are crazy or if I’m insensitive to taste. But I’ma go with the first option.


– Raymond

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