algebraic representation theory fried rice

Mitka had made too-wet rice and left it in the pot for a few days, and also keeps bringing home olives and not finishing them, so Yasha gave him a deadline to do something with that rice and those olives.  I came home to a steaming heap of fried rice.

Mitka:  "It's algebraic representation theory fried rice!"
me:  "... huh?"
Mitka:  "It's algebraic representation theory fried rice: you take everything and just put it in there, and pretend that what you get is a real thing."
me:  "I think I don't have the mathematical background to participate in this conversation."

Algebraic representation theory fried rice turns out to be tasty.