One of the very first days after I moved to China, at the grocery store, I was staring at the most extensive rice aisle that I'd ever seen. Overwhelmed, I took some time to check out all the options. An older lady came up next to me, very concerned. This was before I understood the language, so an elaborate game of charades ensued. What was her message that was so worthy of all the song and dance: Rinse your rice!
