"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.
This Knight of the Global Table Adventure is signing out for now. We're off to Brazil next.