Have a Rice Day.

It’s hardly a Marian apparition, a weeping statue, or even Jesus Toast, but it’s still pretty freaky and maybe a possible omen of, you know, like, summat an’ stuff an' that?


Imagine my surprise as I staggered out of bed this morning, shuffled into the kitchen, and happened onto this miraculous visage in the kitchen sink. Last night’s leftovers transformed into a sunny, shiny, saffron coloured smiley-face. The day was a good one, so clearly some powerful, mystical, long-grain force is at work in my life and in my kitchen, but is there more to it? What else could it signify, what does the future hold for my family and me?