Rice

I can’t remember when was the last time I fed myself with rice. If you are Asian and are reading this, you will definitely know why I’m telling this.

My most usual way to keep myself from starving on the road is by taking bread (lavash, barbari, sangak, taftun, pite, Khobz, Ekmek, etc) dipped in yogurt and/or instant lentil soup, or contented myself with street food.(I like cheap street food!). I must thanks to God and my Mom and Dad for creating such a me who so fond of bread. I’m not really choosy when it comes to food. If I find myself a bit malnutrition, then only I will take cucumber and tomato.

Ok! Ok! The topic is rice. I only remembered that I have numerously told myself to find a restaurant, get inside and eat whatever rice regardless of the price. But the problem is always that when I walked in and see the menu, in less than a minute you will see me walked out again.

Discouraged.

Damn it.

Sorry, I damn myself, not the rice nor the price.

Hey! If I’m not going to take rice in Iran which is the cheapest country in the region, I’m not sure when I will do it. In Afghanistan? Tajikistan? Uzbekistan? Or Kyrgyzstan? Yaya...I must be daydreaming. I know it will only happen when I get in China, but when will it be?

Crazy and silly!