Do you ever look at something mundane and wonder, why don’t I know where this came from/how it was made?  Lately our travels have revolved around solving such mysteries, all of which could easily be elucidated by Google, of course.  The masochist in me, however, would much rather slapdashedly pack a bag and venture into the unknown for some answers.  Our most recent mindboggler: rice.  Since suffering from a rice overdose in 2008, I’ve abstained from eating the stuff, but for some curious …