My experience in the kitchen started at a young age. I remember trailing after my Grandma when she was in the kitchen and “helping” lick whipping cream off the detachable beaters. On nights when I wasn’t doing homework, I would watch my Mom prepare supper and reluctantly set the table (my least favourite chore). I made chocolate chip cookies so often that I had the recipe from The Purity Cookbook memorized before I reached a double-digit age. But my real training in the kitchen didn’t occur until I was 11 years old and my Mom was pregnant with my sister.
Throughout my Mom’s pregnancy, she was plagued with nausea and couldn’t stand the sight and smells of uncooked meat. Being the oldest child, I was put in charge of cook supper most nights to give her a break. With my Mom calling out instructions from the safety of the living room, I learned to cook shepherd’s pie, meatloaf, spaghetti, curry stew, Grandma’s chicken fried rice, lasagne…and I also learned how easy it is to screw up in the kitchen. I would constantly mix up teaspoons and tablespoons and I still recall my first ever lasagne turned out flat because I accidentally grabbed the biggest pan from the cupboard. Two layer lasagne. We each had three pieces for supper that night.
When I moved out on my own to go to university, I lived in a dorm room on a meal plan (no kitchen) and sorely missed home-cooked food. For my second year, I got into the apartment-style residence and shared a kitchen with three other girls. While much of my nutrition came from throw-together food like cereal, boxed pizza and instant mac and cheese, I did have a rice maker. When I got sick of eating ochazuke (rice with green tea), I would roll up my sleeves and make my Grandma’s chicken fried rice.
Even though my days of being a poor student sharing a kitchen with three roommates are long behind me, chicken fried rice still feels like special occasion food. It’s the extra special rice that you pay a little bit more for at many Chinese/Japanese restaurants, but now you don’t have to order take-out because you can make it in your own home in under 40 minutes! While the recipe calls for 3-4 cups of cold rice, I tend to make this as a way to use up any leftover rice from the fridge and then I just eyeball the rest of the ingredients.
A little word about the rice in the photos. I use a short-grain, glutinous rice that many people refer to as “sticky rice” and not to sound too picky, but it’s the only rice I will use for this recipe (my Grandma would be proud, haha!). While I do enjoy eating brown rice, it tends to dry out a lot when it’s fried up. Minute rice is from another planet and I refuse to have it in my kitchen. Kokuho and Calrose are two rice brands that I buy often and I also recommend Kikkoman for the soy sauce.
* Unfortunately, I don’t have any measurements for the soy sauce because I tend to eye-ball it depending on how much rice I am using. Basically, you just want to lightly coat the rice and give it a good stir. I would recommend starting with a little bit and working your way up based on your tastes.