love letter

Dear Morning Rice,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you cool and fresh straight out of a bottle bigger than my head. I love you in more appropriately sized bottles. I love you chilled in a glass if I must absolutely share. I love you abroad and imported. I love you anytime, all the time, not just in the morning time. I love your elusive nature, and exotic locales. I have spent far too many days without you in my life. Far too many years not knowing of your clean and crisp riceyness. If I could have kegs, swimming pools filled with your glorious liquid, I could finally die happy. A little bit nutty, a little bit toasted, a little bit sweet, but entirely riced to perfection.

forever & always,
jt