Rice is (gulp) nice?June 9, 2009
I’m sure all of you will love it, but childhood memory makes me distinctly bilious at the mention of rice pudding.
If it weren’t for this (literally) gut-level aversion of mine, Steph’s column would be interesting for the cultural combo of what different folks do with rice pud, but sadly since the age of twelve I have not been able look, smell, hear of the stuff.
(That, and much worse, bread-and-butter pudding. Ugh, even typing that made my reverse-peristalsis-muscles twitch. Nobody in my whole family can go there, thanks to a visiting stand-in mother while our mum was in hospital for some procedure or other, probably either another baby or varicose vein surgery – no wonder she died young! – and this woman must have done something godawful with B&BP; none of us know what the problem was, but we all knew even then it was horrific and have never eaten it since).
Anyhoo for some reason – probably the combination of five whining children, hungry husband, no money and the sedative effect of seven stomachfuls of stodgy carbohydrate – our mum was a big fan of the rice pud. Too big a fan. But I ate every bowl, of course.
Anyhoo, if that hasn’t put you off completely, check out Steph’s column for lots of tasty-looking RPs (errrgh).
And then tell me your own particular childhood nightmare food. I once had a boyfriend who couldn’t look at eggwhite because of some egg concoction a babysitter once forced down his throat. And ask my husband about canned tomato soup done his dad’s special way, and watch the pallor rise…