Here’s a little trivia about me. I can’t roll my R’s.
I know, I know, that’s pretty personal, but what I can I say? I’m an open book. Every so often, I get the urge to try again, in case my tongue has matured over the years and will suddenly just “know” what to do. But I’m always disappointed. I wonder if there’s some kind of instructional video on YouTube. I can’t bring myself to google it. Anyway, if I somehow ever magically get the ability to roll my R’s at some point down the line, I am pretty sure that the first word I say will be “Arroz”, as in Arroz Rojo, or red rice. It just sounds, well, sexy. I have faith that one day, it will happen. But in the meantime, I’ll just eat this rice and dream of the day I am inducted into the R-Rollers Club. That’s a thing, right?
So, we’ve already made Mexican Cauliflower Rice, and it’s pretty darn good, I have to say. But sometimes a girl’s just gotta have the real thing. And when that craving strikes, there’s no better tool for the job than a pressure cooker. Why, you ask? Let’s break it down….