Anybody that’s known me for awhile knows I’m not a fan of vegetables, other than potatoes. But for whatever reason, I have been addicted to eating white rice for the last few weeks. Beck and I went to Peking’s in Hazard and I had sweet and sour chicken (which was great). It came with a side order of steamed white rice. I ate some…I really enjoyed it. Since then, I have eaten two boxes of instance rice. Beck says rice looks like maggots, and I’m inclined to agree. Dad always said my taste buds would change as I got older, but who knew it would be toward the end of the spectrum where rice lives.