During boot camp at Fort Jackson, South Carolina, they served white rice all the time. It seemed every time I was on KP duty, it was served for either lunch or dinner. At the end of the dinner meal, it was the KPs’ jobs to make the mess hall immaculate, especially the floor. Trying to do this when hundreds of hungry privates had devoured their chow that day was a near impossible task. The worst were the grains of rice. They were so difficult to get off the floor.
When inspection time came, the civilian cooks and NCOs of the mess hall would look in every nook and cranny to find something to catch us on. Invariably they would find grain of rice or two, and in typical boot camp fashion, made us clean the entire floor over again, sometimes three or four times in a row. This would be like at 1900 hours, and we had been on that duty since 0400. In retrospect I think those inspectors had a laugh on us and probably threw the rice on the floor themselves.
(Note: I actually do like to eat white rice, I just don't like to clean it up.)
Hey, Claudia; how did you get away from all those grits?
Rice, I can do with and I can do without.
Blame it on Vietnam...
I have heard of many veterans who served in Asia- whether during World War II, Korea or the Vietnam Wars, who ate so much rice (or another food they were forced to eat constantly) they no longer want anything to do with it. Totally understandable.
Oh, we did have grits a lot. Being an Ohio girl, the first time I ever ate them was in South Carolina at Basic Training. I would be so hungry by breakfast I would take everything they offered, including the grits. A little sugar on them, and I grew to love them. I still get them from time to time when I order breakfast at Cracker Barrel.