To our rice cooker,

Not a day goes by where you don't grace us with your beautiful face, practicality and delicious rice which we share over meals. Sometimes by me, sometimes by Jess, but always with love. We started using garlic and olive oil when we cook in you because that's how my mom does it. When J. makes sinigang, you always have a spot at our table. You cook our rice perfectly. Perfect white mounds like soft clouds. One day, I'd like to make rice pudding with your help. I stopped eating rice for a long time because I ate it everyday growing up, but since I've had you (us) it came back into my life and makes me feel full ♡ and also makes me feel comfort. Freshly cooked rice smells like home. like mom. like Jessie (rice boy ♡). I love you. You're beautiful.

con cariño,

ingrid