It's hard to believe, for strangers and myself at times, that I've been married for almost three years and that this blog as been around for longer than that. And in the past few years of marriage, I am blessed and thankful to say that A and I have hardly ever argued, which is kind of what we both expected given our temperaments. But the one time we did have a semi-serious but mostly facetious argument was about rice. Yes, rice is a very touchy subject in our household. There is only one thing, in A's mind at least, that constitutes rice - white rice. And if there is one thing, out of all the not-white-rices that I like to eat, that is definitely NOT rice - it's riced cauliflower. Please note the distinction between riced cauliflower (an acceptable term in our house) and cauliflower rice (oh no you do not say that in this house...NOOOOOOOO).