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Try Something New Tuesday: Sweet Sticky Thing!

Happy Try Something New Tuesday!

It’s possible that my drive to embrace life has been sparked from the recent procession of deaths. From my best friend’s mother-in-law, along with the passing of the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, and war hero, Maverick Senator John McCain.   In their own way, they all lived their lives boldly and honestly.  They refused to settle in the day to day routine and they all reached for experiences that were often challenging.

This Try Something New video below by Michael Hsu  is interesting. I had no idea that I wanted to watch cashews being roasted, until I  watched and re-watched Hsu roasting cashews.


My try something new wasn’t roasting cashews. However, after seeing Hsu’s video I’m very open to the experience!  My experience was about breaking from the norm of my routine.  Whenever I go to my favorite Pho restaurant I always order the same exact thing. Always.  This time, I decided to change it up an try something new.

I placed my Sticky Rice w/ Mango order to  take with me to enjoy later in the evening.  I LOVE MANGO, but had never had sticky rice.  Since this was a dessert and I like rice, I incorrectly assumed the dish would be similar to rice pudding.

Later on in the evening, when it was Walk-On-The-Wild-Sticky-Rice-Side o’clock,  I opened the container. My first thought was “What the heck did I get myself into?!”  I assumed that the green glow was from the saran wrap.  Nope.  That rice was actually green.  Maybe all Sticky Rice is green. But I’m a beautiful Black woman, we don’t have green rice, we just don’t.

But there it was.  Looking all florescent and Hulk-ish.   There was no turning back.   I took my fork and struggled as I tried to separate the rice apart.  Almost working up a sweat doing so.  I refused to be defeated. I began to feel deep down, that maybe, three bites of this illuminating green dish might give me a dash of super human powers.  Could I possibly fix the water crisis in Flint, Michigan?  Could I possibly give every single mother a break and peace of mind? Could I possibly,  if I consumed not three, but a whomping six bites, have the power to impeach?  I had to try. I had to find out.

But the cement, they called Sticky Rice was tougher than my fork.  I eventually mustered up the strength for one bite.  Chewed  and chewed and  chewed……and chewed.  It was around this time, I began to fear what in the world I was putting in my body, especially with a fresh apple nearby rolling it’s eyes at me.

I eventually had to give up.  I had no choice. My fork wept from the fact of having to return to the drawer as the utensil that grains of rice beat up.

I never made it to six bites.  And for that I am deeply sorry.

I’m not alone in this right?  We can try something new together.  I would love to hear what your “try something new is”, no matter how small, it’s all about the effort of not settling for the routine and predictable.   Maybe together we’ll find our super power.