Yellow Rice and Peas

I promised Stacie I’d tell her about yellow rice and peas although there’s really not much to tell.   I buy it pre-made in the store and it makes itself in like 20 seconds.  Yes, one can make their own Mexican-style saffron rice but I’ve never had good luck with the recipes.  I think it’s the turmeric.  Turmeric and I do not get along.

So Vigo brand it is, Goya also makes a nice mix.  For the last five minutes of cooking I throw in half a bag of frozen peas.  Redman is very passionate about yellow rice and peas, it’s one of his very favorite things for dinner.  I love it for sheer convenience but also because it goes with just about anything:  it can be the backbone of a vegetarian meal, or it cozies nicely up to roast chicken, breaded chicken, grilled fish, grilled shrimp, meat loaf, tuna cakes.   It’s the little black dress of your pantry.  And when you have leftovers, mix in an egg, form into patties and fry them up.

I have a soft spot for rice and peas myself.  My junior year of high school, I went for two weeks to La Rochelle, France on an exchange program.  My host student was named Christophe Roland.  He had a reputation as a punk and I didn’t know how we were going to get along; we had zero in common yet within two days we were brother and sister.  He loved American music and I spent many an hour mooching his cigarettes and translating lyrics for him.  “Listen, what is this,” he said, putting on Modern English.  “These words…making love to you was never second best…what does that mean?”

I gave him a look.  “What does making love mean?”

“I know what making love means, stupid,” he laughed out a cloud of smoke, “what does he mean was never second best?”

He was something of a loner within the Lycee.  His best friend was in his twenties and lived alone in the center of La Rochelle.  Christophe took me to his apartment one night and the two young men cooked for me.  I was not allowed to help.  They were like Oscar and Felix.  It was hilarious, and also touching to watch them collide and bicker in the kitchen, earnestly working to make this meal, and finally they marched out bearing grilled fish with a side dish of rice and peas.  I was seventeen and felt I had arrived among the ultra hip.

That dinner was not second best.

This entry was posted in Eats.

One comment on “Yellow Rice and Peas

  1. Stacie says:

    Yum, so simple and it sounds so tasty… I must try this tonight! Thank you for posting!

    On a side note, when Maria and I studied abroad Junior Year, we stayed with a man and his daughter in Paris (we met them on the train ride to Paris… ah, the days of being young and adventurous and moderately stupid!)… the daughter was about 11 and spoke only some English, so the few days we spent with them she would play songs for us and ask us to explain them to her… some were completely inappropriate, and she would take us to her friend’s house to explain them to the entire family! And in the evenings we would eat fresh bread and stinky cheese and glasses of wine… such nice memories!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s