Where does this blog title come from?

So once upon a time, long, long ago (see October) I was out to eat with two of my good friends and their male uhm suitors I suppose is the best term. We were at my favorite sushi spot and admittedly I was fifth-wheelin' it pretty hardcore, but there is little that can come between me and the Sakura lunch special.
About ten minutes later after some awkward "morning after" conversation over miso soup, I was enjoying some particularly good alaskan rolls when I realized something: I didn't know where rice came from. I mean I'm not a complete dolt, I did have some idea behind the process. Whenever I thought of rice and its origins I had a stream of consciousness that went something like this: rice fields, water, rice patties, more water.
I started to become really concerned with the fact that I eat so much rice, but I couldn't even tell you how it was produced or visualize what the plant looked like. Not that I need to know where everything I eat comes from, in most cases it's probably in my best interest that I remain ignorant, however this just seemed like one of those things that everyone seemed to know but me.
So I played around with my food for a while contemplating what to do. Normally I would just ask, but there were these new people in our group which created a new dynamic and I couldn't say whatever I felt like saying. Plus this question seemed so ridiculous and I was worried about what these new guys might think of me. I usually like to give it a couple of months before people label me a moron.
Eventually I realized that I hadn't been talking for quite some time, which isn't my style, and finally dropped my chopsticks and just asked: "Where does rice come from?"

I'm pretty sure that people from five tables over were laughing at me. When one of my friends finally caught her breath she managed to say "you don't know where rice comes from...seriously?" and then the laughter resumed and I looked around embarrassed and still confused on the whole rice situation.
I was about to try to put a spin on the whole thing like I had just been kidding when I realized that the table was completely silent and everyone was staring into their maki rolls like they were fortune telling tea leaves.
And then I realized..."You s.o.b's don't know where it comes from either...do you?"
"no"
"no"
"no"
"uh...i mean...well...no"
Now maybe this just says something about the company I keep (aka everyone's questioning how we graduated) but I like to think instead that on this day a life lesson was learned; there's no such thing as a stupid question. Don't be afraid to ask about what seems to be the obvious because nine times out of ten there is someone else in the room asking themselves the same thing.
Or go home and google it and avoid this type of public humiliation altogether.

Note: After this debacle one friend felt empowered enough to admit to me that she had no idea where cranberries came from to which I began to mock her relentlessly and still do to this day. Hello, hasn't everyone seen those Ocean Spray commercials with those guys in the waders? What an idiot...