“You know you’re ready to get married when you can cook rice.”
That’s what my parents used to say. When I moved to Singapore, I found out the Chinese say the same thing. My guess is, probably all Asians say the same thing. Rice, after all, is our common denominator.
When you leave the Philippines (or Asia), the first thing you miss is the food. Thus, I learned to cook Pinoy style, and my first rice pretty good — it was soft, neither mushy nor hard. 
I thought, ‘how ’bout that I pass the test! I’m ready to get married!‘ And when I finally did, my husband, who is Russian-German aussie (whew!), would rather have potato dumplings!
