It was this red little jar staring me in the face in the Meskin food aisle of my local supermercardo. Sofrito. And I was thinking about rice anyway, and it says it’s for rice, and beans, and soups and stews. And so I cooked up the rice in my magick rice cooker, not just rice, but a mix pack, and I stirred in the Sofrito, and man, that stuff is like the food the government doesn’t want the gringos to know about. And my Internet research on the stuff indicates that the storebought stuff doesn’t do justice to what Mama makes.