Having had white rice with dinner tonight, I mentioned to roomie that dad liked to heat up leftover rice with milk and sugar for breakfast. She said, ‘I guess it’s something about that generation.’ Both our dads were born in the '20s (we both came along late), and they liked rice porridge.
Is this a generational thing? A regional thing? Or just two guys who are of about the same age who happen to have liked the same thing?
We did this when I was a kid - except we ate it cold, just like cereal. I think it’s a generational thing - for the first 8 years or so of my life, I was raised by my great-grandmother, who raised 5 kids though the Great Depression, and my grandmother, who was a child during the depression. (I was born in the early 60’s.)
Mom made rice pudding in a double boiler and yeah, I’ve eaten leftover rice with milk, sugar, and cinnamon, and I liked it! Also gravy (made with drippings) on white bread. Which is weird, because potatoes are probably cheaper than bread. Bread’s quicker though.
Mom (born in 1922) also ate milk-toast. I’ve never developed a taste for that.
I once made an Indian rice pudding using leftover cooked basmati rice, which I cooked with milk, sugar, a few golden raisins and ground green cardamom. The cardamom turns rice pudding from good to heavenly, especially when you top it with slivered toasted almonds or roasted chopped unsalted pistachios.
Mom was born in '45 and for the longest time I thought the only way you could eat rice was the way she served it: warm, with cream, sugar, and peanut butter in it. Dad (born in '39) was put off by the peanut butter, but likes it warm with cream and sugar.
I’m 45 now, and we always ate leftover rice with milk and sugar the next morning. It was a treat. Not the same as rice pudding, which I don’t like–this is just basically cereal. My kids eat it occasionally too.
One of my favorite desserts is white rice with sugar. I eat it when we go out for Chinese food after all the good savory stuff is done.
My parents were born in the 40’s, and warm rice for breakfast with milk and cinnamon was a treat when I was a pre-teen. I haven’t had it since, and never tried rice pudding, although I have friends who love it.
Though dad liked it, I can’t remember ever having had it. Must’ve at one point or another, but I can’t think of an occurrence.
If I have any leftover rice, I generally try to have enough of whatever I was having with it leftover as well. If I have a goodly amount of leftover rice, I fry it up with some oil, soy sauce, mixed veg, and SPAM®. Or I’ll heat it an eat it with nothing on it, or some soy sauce.
Ugh. Luckily, mom didn’t like this either, so she didn’t make it, but apparently all her siblings/sibling’s spouses liked it, because they all fixed it (if not tomato soup, they used canned stewed tomatoes). I hated being at their houses when they had that stuff. Vile, vile stuff. Only difference is they used elbow macaroni, not shells.
If you like this stuff and happen to be in the right parts of MO, you can go to Lambert’s, Home of the Throwed Roll, and get mac-and-tomatoes as one of their bottomless pass-arounds. I don’t think I ever see anyone getting that particular pass-around, but the fried okra and hot rolls sure do get served up a lot. Mmm… Lambert’s…