YELLOW RICE
YELLOW RICE To the surprise of us all, it turns out that Dad does have a few tricks up his sleeve when it comes to cooking. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I have never mastered the art of cooking rice. I know most people wouldn't consider rice cooking an art per se, but it's something that has always eluded me (and I'm not the only one ). It may be because I don't particularly like rice. I'll eat it if there's no bread to mop up a particularly tasty sauce, but I have always found rice boring and bland. Until last week. Dad and I have got into a nice routine: once a week, he comes round to visit us. He plays with his grandsons, gets them far too over-excited before bed, and we cook together. Last week, when I informed him we were making a courgette based dish, he insisted on making some yellow rice, assuming he wouldn't be eating very many courgettes (an assumption that proved to be entirely correct). I'll be honest: I wa...