Some foods will always remind me of my childhood and of family. Among these are my Grandma June’s pecan pie, my mom’s chicken velvet soup, dutch babies, bar-b-cups, spritz cookies, Swedish rye bread at Sundbeck Christmas, Swedish pancakes, and the Rystrom family’s rice pudding. Of course there are plenty more now that I begin brainstorming, but I’ll focus on this one today.
I asked my mom where this recipe originated but she doesn’t really know. Her mom made it when she was young, and I plan to make it for my kids…whenever they choose arrive.
My mom grew up in Richvale, California. Her dad, better known as Gramps, is a rice grower in Northern California, and so they ate a lot of rice growing up. My mom met my dad in college and he brought her to the great state of Texas. Thanks to my sweet Californian mother, I don’t have too much of a Texas accent, and I ate of lot of perfectly cooked rice as a kid.