Never store your cooked rice without knowing this

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📝 EXTRA TIP: WHAT IF I WANT TO FREEZE IT?

You can do it!  🙌 Just follow these steps:

  • Cool the rice quickly as we already mentioned.

  • Divide into small portions.

  • Use freezer-safe bags or containers.

  • Label with the date.

  • It can last up to 1 month frozen.

👉 When defrosting,  don’t leave it on the counter . Do it directly in the microwave or in a frying pan until it’s piping hot.

💬 CONCLUSION

Storing cooked rice without knowing this information  can have serious consequences . But by following these simple steps, you can enjoy it worry-free. 💖

Because it’s not just about cooking well… you also have to know how to preserve food properly! 😉

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