Rice Pudding
Rice pudding, or “rijstepap” as it is known in Dutch, holds a special place in my heart. It was a comforting treat that my mother would whip up whenever there was leftover rice from a previous meal. The simple act of transforming something ordinary into something extraordinary made it all the more magical. Years have passed since those days, but the taste of my mother’s rice pudding lingers on my palate and in my heart. It serves as a reminder of the simple pleasures in life and the power of food to connect us to our past. The tradition lives on, as I now make rice pudding for my own loved ones, hoping to recreate the same sense of warmth and comfort that my mother gifted to me.
