There was this one time, a couple summers ago, when I might have had too much to drink on a Saturday night, and woke up on a Sunday and decided to go to yoga, but first I would stop at the Farmer's Market, you see, but SOMEHOW time had flown by (surely nothing to do with my bleary eyes or slowed down brain), and I was impossibly late for yoga, and therefore the only thing I could reasonably do was to forsake exercising for brunch at the Thai food restaurant that was fatefully by my side at the exact witching hour I should have been anchoring into my sits bones, settling into my breath and joining my thumb and first finger. Despite the fact that it was 900 degrees and muggy at 11am in the beautiful summer that DC provides us, I ordered hot congee on that hot day and realized that hangover was the best thing that ever happened to me, because, it resulted in this steaming, salty, mushy bowl of mostly colorless broken rice which enveloped my whole innards with a big, welcome, and sultry hug.
ANYWAY. I wanted to make my own damn congee. I chose a recipe that had sausage and corn. I didn't have ginger on hand, and I wish I had used chicken or vegetable stock. I poached an egg and drizzled it with soy sauce. Yolk, as it does with everything, enriched the broth. IDK, this could have used more flavor. Or maybe I should have been hungover? It was good. I'll do better next time.
PRO TIP: Put your scallions in a jar with some water and watch them grow and re-grow as you use them!
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