We love to eat basmati rice in our house. It smells so fragrant while it’s cooking, if you haven’t tried it you really must. We buy really large bags of the rice, about the size of a pillowcase. We buy really large quantities of everything. The bag actually looks like a pillowcase as it’s cloth, a similar size and it zips up across the top. It has navy blue and red writing in arabic on the bag, the rice is imported. This photo is an example, not the actual brand.
But this story is not about rice. It’s about the bag and a little boy. Continue reading