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For Amber Waves of Grain

“That vital spark that we find in a grain of wheat can pass unchanged through countless deaths and resurrections.”  – William Jennings Bryan

Between low-carb diets and most restaurant reviews, grains are typically either overlooked or the recipients of an unjustly bad rap. You will rarely hear how harmoniously tender the rice was at a restaurant (no easy task), but you will certainly be forced to watch a fellow diner brush it aside in favor of the salmon. This is a gross miscarriage of justice: Not only is grain cultivation one of the foundations of civilization (and overuse of rhyme one of its downfalls), both for caloric qualities and fermentation possibilities, but also the diversity, taste and nutritional value of grains are excelsior. This does not mean, however, that artful preparation is trivial, or even easy. Selecting the right grain can be challenging, and coaxing the exact balance of starchiness, flavor and bite — which can vary wildly from dish to dish, even with the same grain — can be more difficult than the same task with a piece of meat or fish. A bit of knowledge and a few simple principles can take you from a rice rookie to a quinoa queen. Sorry about that, we just had to try our best Rachael Ray impression.

First, the daintiest and yet most enduring of carbohydrates: rice. We know (hope) that anyone still reading knows how to prepare a basic pot of white rice. Now consider it, and forget it. While we’ve recently rediscovered the superior place of white rice in stir fries, risottos and a lot of South Asian cuisine, for our purposes it can’t match brown rice in terms of utility, versatility and nutritional value on a student’s budget. If you’re ever considering having rice as a side dish, then brown is the obvious choice: it’s relatively high in protein and minerals, and with nothing more than some salt and a drizzle of olive oil you have a stand-alone side dish rather than filler. You can also make risottos and fried rice out of it—but remember that it takes a good deal longer to cook, so you’re best off half-cooking the brown rice in water before starting the main event. Brown rice makes better cold dishes as well—it retains moisture a bit better than white and brings an element of nutty flavor to the endeavor.

Barley, though often relegated to soups, provides a similar narrative. It takes a good while to cook (though not as long as you might think), it’s good for you and it’s incredibly delicious. And unlike brown rice, barley requires you to make no sacrifice in terms of flavor absorption. Furthermore, it is totally comfortable — even excited — to star as a central component of a dish. One recent venture, illustrative of the myriad capabilities of a good grain, included pearl barley, steamed edamame, some onions and spices, chopped veggie burgers and tamarind sauce. It was almost embarrassing to cook, but it was incredibly hearty and delicious. And it goes to show that the appropriate grain can anchor both the flavor profile and the physical bulk of a dish.

Farro, quinoa, wild rice, bulghur — the possibilities are endless, and your first time preparing them can be, like a junta of eastern European econ grad students dead-lifting in the OMAC, a hairy situation. Some general pointers: if you attend to your pot, you won’t fail (when it tastes done, it is); too much water is never a problem (you can always strain); make sure to add a bit of oil to your water; and just because it’s idiosyncratic and you watched Mark Bittman do it once, it doesn’t mean you need to serve it with every meal. And, of course, there is always the king of the grains: Does anything go better with beer, wine, cheese, fruit of all manner; serve as a more durable exfoliant, or simultaneously remind you of the glorious revelry of your childhood and the endless promise of the American future than the Triscuit?

The Rhode Island Institute of Felatio: Towards a Utopia

Dear Hardy Bros.,


I love my girlfriend, but she doesn’t understand what turns me on: things like acting sexy, talking dirty, wearing lingerie (or at least not always plain, white, boring underwear), taking command and being spontaneous. The few times I’ve tried to bring it up, she’s been reluctant to discuss it. What should I do?

Sincerely Yours,
Kraving Impassioned Naughty Koitus

JOE: “Before you graduate, try to experience the pleasures of a partner that hasn’t studied so hard, but has acquired other skills—like giving amazing blow jobs.” You’d think these words come straight from a Socratic dialogue, but they were recently uttered by my father, Papa Hardy (a veritable prophet), to a close friend. Considering that you’re already neck deep into relationship territory, and there isn’t actually a Rhode Island Institute of Felatio (they opted for the name Providence College), you may be feeling trapped and shit out of luck.

Don’t worry; the way my pops sees it, the Art of Love can be acquired just like any other craft along the road of life—with practice and guidance. But before you start a conversation, determine exactly what it is you want, and what you’re willing to trade for it if your circumstances require sacrifice. Do you smoke too much? Do you swear too much? Do you shamelessly hit on her really hot friend too much? If you’re nothing less than a paragon of virtue, ask her female friends (they’re likely the ones that she complains to) what she would most like you to change.

Broaching the topic will be tough, but clearly knowing and stating your terms will make things easier. Try a frank opener like, “hey, can we talk about sex for a second?” Even if it goes over like a led balloon, at least you’ll get to the point quickly. State your grievances politely and qualify them as cautiously as you did in your question. Explain that while you love being with her, you’re tired of always leading in the bedroom. If she seems reluctant to step up her game, swear your oath to make a change as well.

Next time things start to get hot and heavy, don’t expect to see a dramatic difference right away; be patient. Try turning her onto some sexual learning materials like Nerve.com. If all else fails, and Frank will hit you with the brutal truth, just know that not all lovers are cut out for a degree from RIIF.

FRANK: Before we look into contingency plans, K.I.N.K.—just in case the “talking about our feelings” approach fails to fan the flames of your libido—I want to welcome all of you back, dear readers, to our fabulous column!

True, we neglected to say goodbye to you last semester, but we’re really sorry, and now we want you back. So forgive us bad boyfriends, and remember to submit all of your sex and sex-related queries to thehardybrothers.thepost@gmail.com. That snowstorm—like there was anything else to do but…brainstorm questions?

But back to you, K.I.N.K., your question brings to mind something an acting teacher once said to me: “I’m not stupid enough to tell you there isn’t such a thing as talent; there is.” We here at Brown have been conditioned to believe that everything we know and do has also been conditioned in us or is a reaction to said conditioning. Sexy isn’t something one is, it’s something one acts (which is why, for example, Justin Timberlake might be required to “bring it back”). But, eventually one butts up against the hard, immovable edifice of talent. Sexy: you’ve either got it or you don’t.

If talking doesn’t work, you might want to consider whether you and your girlfriend are really all that sexually compatible. It is possible to get along swimmingly and still have bad sex (see Sex and the City Episode 76: “Great Sexpectations”). If you want that elusive “amazing blow job” Papa Hardy promises, you may have to look elsewhere. It doesn’t make you a bad person to end a relationship you’ve put time and effort into because the sex is boring; in fact, it’s probably better than the alternative places a lack of sexual satisfaction can lead you.

But lest we leave you on a Hardy downer, I want to suggest that you know your relationship better than anyone else, and the lack of kink in your life might merely be a temporary obstacle. After all, if you’re having “koitus” with a “k,” maybe the sex is better than you think.

—xoxo The Hardy Brothers