Rice Noodles

This is a strange entry.

For the past couple of weeks, our family has been on an exclusion diet. One of those diets where you cut back down to one basic food group that cleans out your system and then you start adding things back in one thing at a time. That way you can see if there is a certain kind of food that gives you troubles.

Anyway, this past week my wife cooked rice noodles. Sort of like angel hair pasta, only made from rice. I recall eating this before when I was in Kungming, China at a restaurant called "Over Bridge Rice Noodles." Great place to eat. But I digress...

So she cooks these noodles and no one in the house likes them but me. I was out of the house at the time and they got shoved to the side before I could get at them. So they left this big pot of rice noodles sitting out for the afternoon. Dry (drained of water).

By the time I got home, they were still edible, just very cold. So they sat there for a while because we just didn't get around to throwing them away. By that evening, we assumed they would be pretty bad and starting to turn green. Not so. These noodles still seemed fresh. They also seemed rather bouncy.

Turns out rice noodles take on an elastic nature when left to the elements. They begin to look somewhat like those small rubber bands you put on your braces. Only these are long.

They are still sitting in that pot by the sink. It's turned into a family experiment now. Every time we go by, we grab a handful and drop it back into the pot to watch it bounce. Three days and still bouncing. Still looks fresh. Not gonna eat it though...

Bouncy trouncy flouncy pouncy fun fun fun fun fun.