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Easy Lazy Summer Lunch



The inspiration for this rice comes from my favorite Chinese restaurant. When I go to China Gate, I frequently order their corn and mushroom fried rice. I also order a vegetable side dish to go with it, because that's what you do when you eat out. But really, the rice is so good that I can eat it on its own.

Which is what I did this lazy summer afternoon. I didn't have any mushrooms in the fridge, but I did have spring onions. So I washed 1/2 cup of rice and soaked it for 15-20 minutes. In the meantime, I chopped 2 spring onions, greens and all. Took out a large handful of fresh corn. Finely chopped a garlic clove. The rest is easy.

Heat a tsp of oil in a pan. Add garlic and the white bits of the onion. Stir for a minute or so until lightly browned. Add the green parts of onion and corn, then stir for a few seconds and add the rice. Add roughly 1/4 tsp each of salt and black pepper - or more, or less - it's hard to say when it comes to salt. Mix well, then add 1 1/4 cup water (or as much as your rice package says). Bring to a boil, then cover, reduce the heat to a simmer and cook for 15 minutes. Allow to rest for another 15 minutes (and no, don't peak or the steam will escape).

Comments

CurryLeaf said…
Quick and easy one pot meal.
Priya Suresh said…
Such a quick, easy and fabulous one pot meal looks yummy!
Siri said…
the recipe sounds comforting and a quickie too. :) Thanks for sharing!

Siri
Jyoti said…
My kids love corn ..never thought of adding it to rice ! Thanks for the post.
Rush said…
In making chinese, dont u seperately stirfry the veggies and add later instead of boiling it all together?
Raaga said…
so simple... and with some other veggies, would be extra colourful too :-) should try
notyet100 said…
looks easy nd yum..
Bharti said…
lazy fried rice..eh? I do this too sometimes. Less oil too. Yummy.
Parita said…
i love corn..delicious one pot meal :)

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