Banked up against a terraced mountainside photogenic pristine rows of blasting green rows of manicured waterways with two buffaloes treading ballet-like between squelching mud and green shoots the paddy fields stayed buoyant all season through.
Come harvesting time and thrashing the sunburied ripe tendrils of husk and seed along threshing traffic wheels the husk sought divorce from the long tongued long grained wives -and parted ways.
Soon the pudding spent its silky smooth sexiness on a plate of punchy aromatic costumes that invaded the senses and palate in sensual smoothness. Oh my!