i heart wildrice

i've wanted to do more cooking posts but little cooking has happened (see wonderbread reference below) since my last enthusiastic rant. on tuesday, however, after the doctor visit adcventure i came home and realized my head was spinning from consuming little else other than the coffee i left on the kitchen table on my way out the door and the half cup of cold-brew i consumed at b&n for some post-trauma recovery (the other half i spilled in line much to the delight of owen who thought the mop and the mop girl were pretty exciting). so thanks to trader joe's miracles i managed to make an amazing little wild rice dish using some frozen chicken tenders i sauteed up with some shallots and half a yellow bell pepper, some toasted pre-chopped walnuts and some dried black currants. it needed more zip so i tossed in a handful of fresh blueberries and washed it all down with some screwtop big house red. and what made it all possible was the amazing packet of wild rice trader joe's has that is deliciously nutty (and not actually rice and i'm really into nutty) and that's all nice and cooked and sealed and ready to heat and serve. but the cool thing is that as i was googling for some rice images i came across a dozen or so blogs that ranted about the rice as the means for enjoying a culinary experience. one woman wrote about how it gave her time to enjoy the beauty of sauteeing zuchini and another blog centered it as the old-stand: one pack tj's rice, one fruit, one cheese, one veggie and some dressing. and b. had used the same rice last week with some dried apricots and pinenuts. and then my cooking diva friends are cooking gorgeous quinoa and writing about why getting back in the kitchen is better than therapy. and that's all. i just wanted to say that the rice made me happy. and that if owen hadn't been on an applesauce and toast diet it would have made him happy too. and, i think it will next week when i try those apricots.