My husband cooked dinner!! And it was so delicious, up until the crunch. When chewing through steamy spoons of savory rice flecked with spices and caramelized onions, you don't expect to bite down on a stone. Or at least it felt like a stone. "Honey, did you wash the rice before you cooked it?" I asked Hakim as I calculated the dental bill for a cracked tooth.
"I just bit a stone or 2." More crunches.
"Those are not stones, they are your son!" He laughed.
"My son?" Although I recalled laughing at Hakim earlier as he crunched through the rice, nothing was funny now.
"Yes, he put his crystals in the rice. I had to pick all of them out before I washed it. Evidently, I didn't get all of them."
Here's a good time to inform you that crystals are an integral part of our lives. Each of my children sleep with a glowing Himalayan salt crystal in his or her room. They have crystals charging in their window sills, sewn in their pillow cases, beaded into their necklaces and for every rite of passage they achieve, they receive a crystal as a totem. I wear them around my waist and we go crystal digging every year. More than pretty jewelry, for us, they are healing gateways. The Prophet Muhammad (saw) himself was fond of agate. I call my 4 year old son into the kitchen.
"Son, you put crystals in the rice?"
"Yes, Mom I was cleaning them." He smiles.
They'll really be clean once they come out the other end of my digestive tract (I can hear Dave Chappelle in his Mtv Cribs Parody yelling, "That's Baller!"). Anywho, it just so happens that leaving crystals submerged in a bowl of dry rice (not cooked) is a way to purify them. After agreeing not to use the rice we set out to cook, my son transforms into a car and rolls away. There are children who sprinkle sugar crystals on cupcakes, and then there are those who sprinkle crystals on rice. I gave birth to the latter. As for the rice...Yes, I finished it and had a second helping. After all, crystal digging is nothing new to me.