I remember living in N.Y. and eating rice, that nice fluffy white rice. It wasn't until I became a resident of Kauai that my rice adventures would change.
My friend owned a restaurant next to my shop and I'd eat there a lot. He'd serve me Mahi Mahi, french fries and this ball of white sticky rice. It was in a ball because he served it by way of an ice cream scoop.
I'd put soy sauce on it with black pepper and sometimes Chinese Hot Mustard. I guess it was sticky because of the starch but I came to really like it that way. In fact, every place I'd go to eat that included rice .. it was "sticky rice".
My friend has long since moved to Washington and I relocated to Utah and will forever long for that ball of white sticky rice.
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