I am as white as snow.
I am as quiet as an ant.
When people eat me, they feel as bland as a blank screen.
I am as healthy as my flowers in the garden.
When you cook me, steam comes out of me.
I am happy when people put me in other foods.
When they eat me, they turn into snow.
I am remarkable, raw, and when you cook me, I am roasted.
I am the best because you can eat me with anything.
Who am I? I’m rice!