Well not Costco but I had never bought “new crop” rice … was just at H mart and they had two types so I bought them. Less than 50lb bags too. Haha.
One is medium grain the other short grain.
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Hope you like them!
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Gotta add smoking fish.
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Where in California is this grown?
The stuffing we make for thanksgiving and Christmas starts with onions and celery frying in butter. Love that smell.
Fried potatoes with onion.
When I was a kid, “garlic bread” was white packaged bread spread with butter and sprinkled with garlic powder, then put under the broiler. That smell.
Pot roast.
Bacon.
Crabs or shrimp cooking in old bay.
Chocolate chip cookies as they bake.
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Buttered popcorn, if that’s cooking. Also popcorn rice.
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Also, I just had a sudden memory of a long-forgotten comfort smell: when we had snow days as a kid, after we came in from freezing our bums off, we would have toast and hot chocolate. Sometimes the toast was sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon, sometimes it was butter. And we would dip it into the hot choc.
Gosh, I haven’t thought about this in forever.
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The large blue bag of rice doesn’t say where in CA. The smaller yellow bag of small grain just says the Sacramento Valley.
It’s interesting that the large bag has a normal ratio of water to rice in its instructions but everything I’ve heard says 1:1 for new crop.
Anyway-looking forward to it!
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The Northern Sacramento Valley is a LOT of rice. Sutter, Butte, Yolo, Yuba, Glenn and Colusa are all major rice growing counties. Some of the best rice - of all varieties - comes from that little slice of heaven.
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And not too much arsenic…
For me it’s any small town butcher shop. Love the smell of meat being processed.
The smell of lamb braising is my fave, though.
Agree. I am obsessed with my country butcher shop, just a ten min drive.
In a similar vein, the indoor farmers’ market had a very specific smell that I just adore.
I pass over that Yolo Causeway all the time! Especially cool when it’s flooded in the winter.
I thought it was just me! From birth, I was regularly in small butcher shops, packing plants, and meat trucks. To this day, those fantastic smells bring back huge waves of memory. I can still smell the sawdust some butcher’s spread behind their counters. My dad’s clients would sit me on a block and give me a frank to gnaw on (and stay out of the way).
Not a cooking smell, per se, but I miss the smell of an authentic deli. We lost our last one a couple of years ago.
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