Sometimes when I’m home alone, I day dream about walking into my abuelita’s house and finding her in her usual spot in the kitchen. She’s stirring a big pot. “Ya casi.” It’s almost ready. Mmm if I could just have some right now!
Maybe you like it hot or maybe you like it cold. I actually love it lukewarm. My abuelita made the most delicious arroz con leche, rice pudding, literally in the entire world.
I have tried others’ version of it. Eh, not the same. They’re too lumpy or too many raisins. So I’ll just dream about her’s. I’ll remember how smooth and sweet it was with the occasional raisin, just perfect, the way it was meant to be made.