This Rice Pudding was easy to make and turned out tastier than I expected.
Joe has been talking at me about his grandma’s rice for more years than I can count. He could never tell me what it was or anything more than that it had cinnamon and sugar in it. Seriously y’all what am I supposed to do with that.
The other day he wandered into the kitchen and asked me to please make him some. I did a search on Pinterest for cinnamon sugar rice and this Rice Pudding popped up. I felt a little silly that I never thought it could be rice pudding for about 2 minutes then realized that since I have never made it, or even eaten any, it wasn’t strange after all. I was really impressed that I found something that I could make that might come close to what Joe has been talking about forever.
The ingredients for this were really easy and I had everything in the house, which was probably a good thing because I’m pretty sure Joe would have gone nuts if I hadn’t been able to make any after showing him a picture he said “might” be what he was looking for.
I threw everything but the milk and cream in the saucepan first. For me, adding the liquid last makes mixing it all easier. That is probably a weird twitch of mine but I can accept that. According to the original blogger, if you keep stirring it the cinnamon will mix in. I stirred the crap out of that stuff and it was just not happening so I gave up on it and hoped for the best.
You guys know I’m awful at reading the directions all the way through before starting something. I didn’t realize that it needed to cook for so long! Of course, Joe and I had somewhere that we needed to be in an hour and I *had* to take a shower before we went. I got it started and boiling (also the cinnamon started to behave), watching it carefully to make sure that it didn’t boil over. When I started to panic about the time, I commandeered Joe and made him take over the babysitting.
When I got out of the shower and got myself ready to go it was still cooking so I took over and kicked Joe out of my kitchen. Somehow he managed to make a huge mess without doing anything. I guess I should have known better than to leave him unsupervised.
I needed to cook this a little longer than 45 minutes, maybe because I turned down the heat before I left Joe alone in the kitchen. I assumed he wouldn’t be paying close enough attention so I wanted to reduce the risk of a boil over on his watch.
Unfortunately, because of the time it took we didn’t get to eat it immediately. When we got home later in the evening, I threw some in a serving dish and stuck a spoon in it.
Y’all it was pretty darn yummy! Joe whined about it not being warm enough, I’m sure you can imagine my response to *that* but other than that he was pretty happy with it. The best part is, the next time he starts asking me to make grandma’s rice at least now I know what it is!
I would love to know if any of you have a recipe named after a family member that would be really hard to explain to someone else? I think we all have one and I can’t wait to try and figure out yours so leave me a comment and tell me all about it.
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