"Mommy, why are you serving white rice? You always serve a rice with color. You know - brown or green or red or black."
That is true. But those rices do not stick together. I needed rice that could be formed into balls. So I took a cup of white rice from Nonna.
"Mommy, why do the people in Botswana serve their rice in balls?"
No clue, Sweetheart.