At the ripe age of 30+ years old, I realised I had never had rice pudding in my life. Which is quite strange considering some of my grandparents were quite fond of it, and my sister had had an acute rice pudding phase for a while (she even made it with basmati rice, but I think that’s because she’d just grabbed the first box of rice she’d found in the cupboard).
Yes, I know, it makes no sense when it’s cold and damp outside. But fear not, that does not mean I’m having sauerkraut in the dead of summer! Let’s not overdo it!