So rice is a culture thing. Hall mass cookout was a success, less the wastage. Was particularly disturbed when more than 2 kg of leftover rice was dumped in the bin. And I do realise that comparing with other things like meat or vegetables, I feel the pinch much more. Perhaps rice is our staple, the main component of the meal that feeds our hungry. Without, signifies the unpleasant feeling of starvation. We do also think about the farmers who bend down, sweat (and bleed) in the fields. Such powerful mental image.
总之粒粒皆辛苦啊!
