On rice.

Towards the end of this past summer, I noticed that every now and then I'd crave a bowl of rice with soy sauce in the morning, so in addition to my usual breakfast, I'd cook up some jasmine rice, douse it with soy sauce, and wolf it down last thing before I left the house.

I'm thinking now that maybe that was a response to all those 90-degree days and hot nights where I was sweating a lot, and I was needing to replenish my salts.

On another note, I've said it once and I'll say it again, if I was Asian and a drag queen, my stage name would be "Jasmine Rice."