Not Allowed To Wash Rice

It's nice to be able to cook at home and control the amount of oil, salt and whatnots that go into the food that's flavored to our preferences. Chinese was on the menu for dinner. The pack of baby bok choi was rinsed, soaked and ready. The itty bits of ingredients were chopped up and readied to be poured into the rather brilliantly-made Midea (Chinese brand) cooker as well. Rice grains was scooped out and poured into the pot. I was going to take it for a rinse when bff stopped me. "You. Out of the way. I'll wash the rice."

She hasn't forgotten how...a long time ago, I washed rice using detergent for a couple of times before I remembered that it shouldn't be done. I protested vehemently. "I know how to wash rice now!" I do know! I really do. At most I'll use a few drops of detergent specially for vegetables to do it.

Bff shook her head, muttered something rude under her breath and refused to allow me near the pot of grains or the sink. WHAT IS THIS? I'M NOT ALLOWED TO WASH RICE?! WHAT NONSENSE. I strode out of the kitchen in a huff. I went to the sitting room to talk to the bottle of Glenfiddich 18 y.o which was definitely a more agreeable companion.