The Husband has occasional overwhelming urges to become all healthy and natural. Because he loves me (at least, that's what he says) he wants to drag me into healthy and natural with him. He doesn't understand that neither of these adjectives apply to me.
We have a little healthfood store not far from the house, and it sells all the expected overpriced Very Healthy, Organic, Wholesome, Natural food type things. Now, I'm fond of a few such items, less so of others. Which reaction I will have usually depends on how hard the manufacturer of said Very Healthy, Organic, Wholesome Natural food type thing is trying to imitate something Horribly Unhealthy. For example, there is nothing natural about soy milk. Soy beans don't have nipples, and therefor are completely incompatible with the milk idea. I tried for six months to like Soy Milk, Rice Milk, Almond Milk and whatever else is offered in the line. Nope. Not happening. Same goes for meat substitute. I can deal with Boca Burger mixed with something else and carefully disguised with onions. Don't put it on a grill and expect me to believe it is anything but Tofu.
I hate Tofu.
Anyway, every once in a while the Husband gives in to the promptings of his inner vegetarian and brings home a bag of this Very Healthy etc. food. Usually said bags go into the pantry and sit while we circle them, daring each other to be the one who cooks it first. Then he'll be out running between appointments and stop at McDonalds while I'm at home, staring at the bag that is staring back at me. Guess who succumbs first?
Last night it was an Organic Wild Rice mix. I cooked it and seasoned it and all the important stuff. I even ate some of it. I have no idea what it tasted like, but the dog got the other half of my bowl. I heated it up again today, hoping that it was one of those foods that improves with age (like good chili). It was a little bit more palatable, but the dog still got it.
Why is this? I mean, I like rice. I like wild rice, white rice, brown rise, jasmine rice, basami rice. I've made and eaten a variety of rice mixes. I mix rice with vegies as a meal. I've even gone into Whole Foods and bought the fancy schmancy rices with names other than "Mahatma", that don't have "-a-roni" in them. All that stuff tasted pretty good. This stuff? This stuff, tasted like...um...paste. Without the spice. Boiled grain, emphasis on the boiled. This particular wild rice had no wild in it, unless wild also means "flavorless because nature is like that."
There's another bag of that stuff in the pantry, too. This time, I'm holding out.