I really liked Izzy Bizu’s performance on Graham Norton. To me, it seemed to hearken back to earlier times, with musical groups like the Supremes. There was an innocence in the performance that appealed to me more than I would have expected.
I made congee. It has the consistency of snot and tastes exactly like you would expect watery rice to taste. People apparently have warm associations with this dish. Eating it only leaves me with a vague sence of unease paired with … inevitability. It’s like, I have to bring the next spoonful to my mouth to finish the bowl, but I am certain there will be no joy in the act.
Maybe this is better made with broth than with water.
I stored the rest of tje congee overnight, moving it direct from the pot to sealed containers. The grains broke down further in the containers and I found that I liked the more uniform texture better. The taste was about the same.