In a world filled with modern gadgets and appliances, there is one humble companion that has stood the test of time in my kitchen: my beloved Zojirushi rice cooker. Gifted to my husband and me as a wedding present back in 2003, this unassuming appliance has become an integral part of my family’s journey, connecting us to my Thai heritage and nourishing us through the ups and downs of life.
As I gaze at my rice cooker that has a permanent place on my countertop, I can’t help but smile at its battle scars. The dents, faded exterior, and the pastel floral motif reminiscent of the early ’90s tell the story of countless meals prepared with love. It’s a testament to the years of faithful service it has provided, and a reminder that beauty lies not in perfection, but in the memories it holds.
One of the things I cherish most about my Zojirushi rice cooker is its simplicity. It’s very basic. I don’t use measurements, just the art of eyeballing — or the traditional Asian “knuckle method” of measuring (IYKYK) with perfect results every time. It’s a connection to my amazing Thai mother, who taught me the importance of cooking by intuition and trusting my senses.
This rice cooker has seen more of the world than many people I know. From Puerto Rico to Philadelphia, and everywhere in between, it has faithfully accompanied us during our days of active-duty military moves. It’s a symbol of stability amidst the chaos of relocation, a constant reminder of home, and a source of comfort in unfamiliar places.
The birth of my two children holds a special place in my heart, and of course, my Zojirushi rice cooker was there, silently witnessing these precious moments. As I prepared meals for my growing family, it became a symbol of nourishment and love, providing sustenance not just for our bodies but also for our souls.
My rice cooker has a red light that signals something is cooking and a little yellow light that assures me the rice is warm — these simple indicators have become a symphony of comfort in my kitchen. There’s a satisfying click that announces the rice is done and is music to my ears. And as the fragrant steam of Thai jasmine rice fills our home, it’s a perfume that triggers a chorus of growling tummies from my family with anticipation for whatever delicious meal is to come.
My Zojirushi rice cooker has become more than just an appliance; it has become a cherished member of our family. Silly? Maybe. But in my opinion, it deserves a name, its own Instagram page, and perhaps even a monument, for the memories it holds and the love it has brought into our lives. Who would have thought that a simple household item could hold so much sentiment and meaning?
As I reflect on the 20+ years of memories intertwined with my loyal rice cooker, I am filled with gratitude for the role it has played in nourishing my family and connecting us to my Thai heritage. It’s a testament to the power of everyday objects to transcend their utilitarian purpose and become vessels of love, tradition, and cherished memories. So as ridiculous as it seems, here’s to my faithful companion, my Zojirushi rice cooker — may it continue to fill our lives with warmth and nourishment for years to come. Chaiyo! ไชโย (“hurrah” in Thai)
Writer’s Note: This post is not sponsored by Zojirushi, but it should be.
