Rice Pilaf

I woke up this morning absolutely sure that I've been going about the whole thing all wrong. What I'm going about I'm not sure, but I do know that I'm doing it wrong. Whatever it is. Which helps. It honestly does.

I gashed my leg pretty good banging up against the silverware drawer last night. It looked like bloody hamburger for a bit before I got it cleaned up and bandaged. It looked a lot worse than it was. Now I get to look forward to ripping a bandage off of leg hair. Oh joy!

I'd like some rice pilaf right now.