SRS, I make that pilaf often because Himself just loves it. It's easy, savoury and nourishing, and it usually generates a substantial quantity of leftover rice that makes a great lunch when nuked with an egg in it.

Yesterday, Himself drove all the way home to Stratford from Altamont, NY, a suburb of Schenectady, where he had been camping at the Old Songs festival. A freaky wind that pushed the tent around meant he got little to no sleep, so he was running on fumes. I worry about that man.