Feb 2014
Amanda Brandt

Rice and betrayal

Amanda has had a rough 12 hours.

I have been betrayed by one of my favorite foods: rice.

As a college student about to go on spring break, I have been letting my food supply dwindle. Buying expensive groceries right before I leave for a week? No thanks.  I currently have spinach, jelly, an assortment of tea bags and iodized salt to my name. It’s been a rough few days, to say the least.

Last night, in an act of desperation, I was digging through my cupboard, hoping to find some sort of nourishment.

“Aha!” I whispered, as I plucked a cup of microwaveable rice from the back corner. I looked at the cover. “Best by 11/13” it read. I scoffed. Rice doesn’t go bad. It probably means “Tastes best by.”

I zapped the rice and began to eat. This is easily one of the worst decisions I have ever made.

Let’s just say that those “best by” labels are important. And should be followed.

My body has been betrayed by one of its favorite foods. It is now suspicious of everything else: Triscuits, water, more water.

Mind over matter doesn’t always work, especially if the matter is nearly four months expired.

The moral of the story: don’t be cheap. Buy food that is safe and healthy to eat. Follow guidelines. And never eat rice.