It was the night after Christmas and I hadn’t eaten all day. Had a hard time trying to swallow with a sore throat and Chinese take-out leftovers was hardly appealing. My mother was forcing me to eat because she thinks a little starvation would destroy the liver so I lower her qualms by deciding to make congee out of already made rice. Since I’m only a college student who’s barely beginning to enjoy the pleasures of cooking I don’t exactly know my way around the kitchen just yet. This was actually my first attempt at making something else other than eggs. I didn’t even know how much rice is in one cup. Luckily, good old mom was there and she taught me how to make congee. It was an awful Christmas but slaving over the stove with her was the happiest moment I had all day and the greatest gift I could’ve received. Even though this recipe is extremely bland it tasted better knowing I made this with my mother. Happy Holidays, mom. I love you.