Saturday, February 19, 2011
This morning I made a big batch of rice pudding. My grandmother's recipe. As I pulled out the big yellow bowl I thought about how both my mother and grandmother had been making rice pudding in the big yellow bowl for longer than I have been alive. It was kind of a cool feeling to know it was the same bowl and recipe being used by a third generation and maybe if Lilia follows suit eventually a fourth. It is a good feeling to feel like you have some positive family history. In case you are wondering I did snitch a taste and it tastes wonderful. Probably the best I have ever made it. I haven't had it in years and I am looking forward to digging in later.