I grew up in a household with a Thai father and an American mother who had grown up in Asia, so most nights, dinner started with opening up the lid of the rice cooker to reveal a steaming pot of fresh rice. Even my mother's most solidly American casseroles were served with a side of white jasmine rice. Rice was the center of the plate. Rice made it a meal.
So I understood John Birdsall's recent piece for CHOW about "America's growing rice hegemony," and the divide between those who see rice as an essential part of a meal and those who don't. Which side are you on? More