For me, there is no greater comfort food than fried rice. I find myself thinking quite a lot about it these last few days, as we approach the one-year anniversary of my father's death. He once told me that the way to know if a Chinese cook was really any good was to taste his fried rice.He was a true master of fried rice. It was the dish that he always made for me, he knew how much I loved it. Family meals were not complete without it, and he always made extra for me to take home. I miss his fried rice. Of course, mine does not really compare, but I'm working on it.