My dear momma, a property management shark who in the past taught popular Chinese cooking classes, was in town this weekend from Shanghai, via business in Washington DC. She made an emergency visit to me upon hearing that her daughter, a bona-fide half Chinese - half Caucasian girl was living without a ricecooker.
With rice cooker safely nestled in between the toaster and the blender, we successfully transferred age old cooking secrets from one generation to another:
*Photo taken by Jonah & apron provided as gift from Perry's 2003 trip to Italy.
