At the hawker center, I ordered a plate of oily rice simmered in chicken stock with ginger, garlic, and pandan leaves.

She offered me a rice cracker from her lunch box, and it was delicious.

She offered me some rice-crackers from a small tin at the tea shop.

Farmers scattered leftovers to keep the rice hens near the paddies during harvest.

At the edge of the marsh, a rice hen stealthily foraged among the cattails.

He packed rice crackers in his bag for the long hike.

I bought organic baby rice at the market to mix with mashed banana for breakfast.

The chef prepared a fragrant bowl of forbidden rice with roasted vegetables and sesame.

He rinsed the aromatic rice until the water ran clear so the grains would steam evenly and keep their nutty scent.

At the market, the farmer proudly displayed sacks of hungry rice alongside millet and sorghum.