The top of my rice cooker died a gruesome death this last week. I fumbled it from chest high and watched it tumble down to the kitchen floor. The centered glass shattered on impact...The 'top' served me well for 9 years starting when I was a freshman in college.A short eulogy:
Top of rice cooker, you were more than just part of the rice cooking process and I will miss you dearly. If it wasn't for you, the rice would not cook at all! I appreciated your abilities to churn out cup after cup of wonderfully cooked sticky rice. We've shared some moments. Who could forget those times when I needed to cook rice in bulk for spam musubi to serve our BBQ guest? I will miss the tremblely dance you'd do midway through cooking, "brrrumm brrumm brumm!" You would make people turn there head and say, "what was that?" when you did that little jig, remember that? No one will ever quite replace you. I know you're in a better place. I will poor some rice out for you...rest in peace my friend.
Now for some farewell songs:
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