I folded it into a perfect little satchel and popped it into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the first few chews, my taste buds and stomach having been deprived for months of a home- - P70
cooked meal. The rice alone was a miraculous reunion, the cookerhaving imbued each kernel with textural autonomy, distinguishingit from the gluey, microwavable bowls I‘d been surviving on in mydorm room. - P71
Over time our conversations became a lot like explaining a movie to someone who has walked in on the last thirty minutes. - P73