When my rice cooker broke recently, it was as if someone had ripped out a piece of my soul. But I never got around to buying a new one—so I resigned myself to lunching on spaghetti and sadly snacking on pieces of bread whenever I was hungry. (Just picture me, sitting on the kitchen counter top, head down, tears in my eyes, biting into a slice of Oroweat.)
Well, the heavens rained down a miracle this weekend when Loren presented me with a huge-ass, 16-cup "Yan Can Cook" Aroma rice cooker. (Martin Yan endorses this mutha.) I could cater a Filipino pride rally with this thing!