I think this is P#11. I promise to eat it by cutting it and eating it. No juicing-wastefulness.
I've never had, or seen wild rice! It was ridiculous. I was terrified. Alone in my little apartment with weird, unrecognizable rice. I called the anti-terrorism squad who helped me identify it as okay, or Canadian rice. They thanked me for my continued patriotism and told me that I could not be too careful with an unfamiliar food. They told me to use less water next time.
47 years old. Where have I been? What have I been doing? The answer is nowhere and nothing. No experiences at all.
