Rice — the mystery of life

Growing up, we ate a lot of rice. My mom learned a lot of her cooking techniques and recipes from her mother-in-law. As a New Orleans native, Grandma was skilled at making dishes frequently associated with the Crescent City — red beans and rice, jambalaya, crawfish ettouffe, gumbo, dirty rice and these stuffed artichokes that were big on taste but small on filling you up.

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