Moral of the story: Beware of strange things you might find in my kitchen. They might not be what you think. I had thought this was wild rice that a friend left in my kitchen when she moved to Chicago. Apparently, no, this was pulut hitam my mom left in my kitchen a year ago.
This goof-up ranks up there with the green nasi lemak experience and the expired food incident. (with a lot of sugar, pandan essense and coconut milk, I was however able to salvage this into an acceptable dessert. Now I just have to convince my American girlfriend the carrots are meant to be there. Shhh...)