Not very often but every once in a while we’d have rice with milk and brown sugar for a hot breakfast. Same with millet and wheat/rye (?) berries. My mom would make a good sized pot of whatever she wanted to use up and we’d eat it for the week.
It was usually the rice leftover from dinner. I think it’s a southern thing.
Not in our house. Definitely not a southern thing. Mom made it specially for dessert.
I thought this was a Mexican thing. When I was a kid, I lived with a Mexican family for a while.
“Mom” used to make it with cinnamon and sugar in the mornings.
I will serve this for breakfast once in a blue moon.
My mother used to eat rice this way every now and then. I tried it once but didn’t like it. Actual rice pudding is ok but plain white rice I prefer with a bit of salt. But then, I prefer savory oatmeal to sweet as well.
Other. Never had it, never desired it. But I’ve known people that had this through out their demented existence.
Left over rice, milk, raisins and a little sugar - yum!
This was actually one of those things that my mother served me when I was a kid-- a bowl of rice with sugar and a little milk. Really not that different from cereal like cornflakes with milk and sugar.
I think I did a thread on this kind of “meal”-- things that constituted dinner (or breakfast) in your house that when you grew up and went out into the world, other people thought they were odd. Another one was a bowl of tomato soup with seashell noodles in it. Or plain seashell noodles with ketchup. Or “creamed beans” – stir a can of pork & beans into a roux with a little milk to make them creamy and serve over untoasted white grocery store bread (like Wonder Bread).
Others have told me about cracker sandwiches, or onion and mustard sandwiches, or potato chip sandwiches.
That’s right next door to rice pudding.
I’m second generation Okie. Bread and milk for breakfast, bread and gravy for supper. I picked up the rice habit later.
Can you expand on this? “reverence for rice”?
Oh yeah. My dad used to eat bread or cornbread broken up into a bowl of buttermilk.
How about white rice with a lot of sugar. And chocolate.
Or how about glutinous rice wrapped in coconut leaves, steamed in coconut milk, then sprinkled with sugar.
I’ve had rice with cinnamon-sugar on it.
This is a big favorite! With green cardamom and chopped pistachios, but no raisins in mine.
Define “rice”.
Long grain, medium grain, short grain?
While low starch long grain rice can be fairly bland, higher starch medium and short grain rice have a bit of sweetness to it, growing the longer you chew. When you get to short grain mochi rice, it’s sweet enough to eat alone, mashed or not.
In my Australian Japanese-for-the-tourist industry book, it notes that Japanese tourists really really don’t understand rice pudding. It’s sweetened! And it include milk. Everything includes milk. You can’t get away from the milk, even for the sake of all that’s holy, in the rice.
The book drew a comparison to serving potatoes with milk and sugar. I thought at the time that they weren’t familiar with the kind of thing Americans are willing to eat…
As it happens, one of the college residences I lived in served unlimited (unsweetened) plain white rice. If you were a teenager, or a Hindu, or just didn’t like Western food – at least there was rice, and enough of it so that you didn’t go hungry.
Ha!
I took a break for dinner and realized I bought some inari sushi https://www.google.com/search?q=inari+sushi&rlz=1C1ASVC_enUS940US940&oq=inari+sushi&aqs=chrome.0.69i59j46i131i433j0j0i457j0l6.4327j0j9&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Inari sushi is made with sushi rice that’s usually sweeter than that used in nigiri sushi, the type of sushi most people are familiar with. In addition, the sushi rice is stuffed into aburaage, deep fried tofu that split to form a pocket. The aburaage is simmered in a very light teriyaki type sauce broth. before being stuffed.
Part of it, I think, is the Shinto tradition that everything has intrinsic dignity and should be treated with respect. That respect turns into a kind of conformist expectation of what is proper that gets ingrained (no pun intended). It is all very traditionalistic, although the cultural impulse has some good – there’s a deep antipathy to waste. You eat every grain of rice in your bowl. You don’t throw away anything that can be mended or repurposed. The Japanese word"mottainai" (勿体無い) means literally something like “such a shame” and it’s a sigh of regret that something has finally passed beyond use and has to be disposed of.
Respect for things includes some rigidity in what is a proper way to treat it, and to me rice is properly treated as steamed unseasoned white rice in the bowl.
Interesting, thanks. I learnt something.
So sushi is right out?