Cry, Cry, Cry, Laugh

I am letting Johan cry it out tonight, determined to have him trained to crib sleeping at night by the time Eduardo gets home from the DR. I am helped along by 1) bota box red wine; 2) a nice long convo with Moira; and 3) facebook.

But, this put me over the top. I indulged in one of those weird creepy blogs of retro domestic type wives and this one woman wrote about how much she likes brown rice. And I think, yes, brown rice is great. Then she gives her "recipe."

Brown Rice

1 cup white rice, uncooked
1 can of beef broth
1 can of beef consomme
1 package of Lipton's dry onion soup mix


So, wait, it's really white rice with MSG, not brown rice. Riiight. I wonder if she knows that brown rice is actually a thing. Its own grain even without Lipton's.