This rice is my ultimate comfort food. Whenever I’m sick, or sad, or hungry, this usually sounds better to me than basically any other food. I’ve made a full 9×13 pan of just rice on many occasions. I had to grieve when it was temporarily off the table because it was something I genuinely wanted to share with my kids.
I like to consider myself a pretty decent cook; my family seems to agree, so we’ll go with it. That said, I suck at recipes. I love to read recipes. I have books full of them and search google for ideas regularly, but in reality, I never follow them. I substitute and make adjustments often based on what I have or what I like as well as Dominic’s allergies. I’m writing this as a recipe, but it’s really intended as a guideline for how to make a meal that fits your family, which is where the (ish) comes in.