<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Frozen Vegetables on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/frozen-vegetables/</link><description>Recent content in Frozen Vegetables on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/frozen-vegetables/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Easy Fried Rice</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2014-03-10-easy-fried-rice/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2014-03-10-easy-fried-rice/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/img_6406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-985" alt="Easy Fried Rice" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/img_6406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since I started cooking for myself, my taste for takeout has rapidly declined (pizza and sushi exempt). Take chinese takeout for example: when I was a kid, it was the ultimate treat. My Friday lunch if I used my allowance wisely. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure what you know about Bengali moms, but they are pretty militant in their meal regiment. Rice, vegetable saute/bhorta, some kind of protein curried, and daal. That is what you have for dinner, every night. Without fail. Every bengali kid who grew up here knows the struggle to have something different on the table (first world problems, I know). And the retorts that follow: &amp;ldquo;Eh? Pizza? How is that any kind of food? What with all that cheese&amp;hellip;and they wonder why American kids are so fat!&amp;rdquo;. This is usually said as one or more uncles are stuffing their faces with beef or goat curry and are working away at a Mt Everest sized mound of rice on their plate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>