PASTA: DREAMS VS REALITY

So, seven weeks on the road,  most of the time eating the cuisines of Southeast Asia: Malaysian, Indonesian, Indian, fusion, and Vietnamese. We cheated once, in Bali; had pizza. But this is, for the most part, the land of rice. Every meal begins and often ends with rice. Rice in a myriad of forms, marks the day: soupy rice congee for breakfast, a bowl with a few simple trimmings for lunch, a bowl for dinner. Or maybe rice noodles, or rice paper wrapped around shredded veggies. Outside the door or down the street, the rice paddy, its green like a carpet of emeralds. Always, always, rice....