Bring it, Probst...

So after several weeks and about 10 or so tries, I have finally succeeded in cooking brown rice in a pot on the stove without scorching the rice at the bottom of the pot.  That's right, I am now, after much trial and error, in possession of the exact formula of rice to water ratio, heat intensity and cook time.  Look out NASA, there's a new kid in town.

Anywho...

My success at cooking one cup of brown rice is quite the self-esteem builder.  I feel like I've finally arrived.  I am now a bonafide grown-up.

Nevermind I'm over 30, been married almost 8 years and have birthed two babies.

You come to my house.  You're hungry.  I can cook you a mean cup of rice. 

Now, really, I guess cooking rice does not equate adulthood.  It really just means I got skillz.  The only problem is, I can only cook one cup.  You see, my formula calls for one cup, and I have no idea if it would work with multiple cups.  I mean, I'd have to tinker with the aforementioned rice to water ratio, heat intensity and cook time.  And I don't have several more weeks for that.  I think it would just be quicker to cook one cup of rice over and over until I had enough. 

Of course, maybe I could make the time for this experiment, because it could actually pay off in the long run.  I mean, what if I got called up to go on Survivor?  That's all they eat on that show.  If I could cook more than one cup of rice to the absolute perfection I've attained with the one cup, my skillz would be invaluable...or worth $1 million...same difference.

Speaking of Survivor, the countdown starts today.  Two more weeks people. 

Outwit....outlast....outplay.  I'm all about it, baby.

That's it -- I'm goin' cook some rice.