Crusts and Crumbs: Creamy Homemade Rice Pudding

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Creamy Homemade Rice Pudding

Yummy. Creamy. Warm. Comforting. Mmmm...
This homemade rice pudding is a perfect for a cold winter night. It's just so yummy, and creamy, and warm, and...comforting. ; ) It's delicious cold too. It makes a great dessert, but I also like the leftovers for a for a quick breakfast.

Creamy Homemade Rice Pudding

1 1/2 cups cooked white rice (I recommend short grain)
1 1/2 cups of whole milk
1/3 cup sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 beaten egg
1 tsp. vanilla

Mix rice, milk, sugar and salt in a saucepan and stir over medium heat for 15-20 minutes until creamy. Add beaten egg and cream and vanilla. Cook for a few more minutes until everything is creamy and perfect. Serve warm with a sprinkling of cinnamon, or pumpkin pie spice. Store in the fridge, then it can be served cold or warmed up again.

1 comment:

UnknownMay 20, 2010 at 7:32 AM
This looks good! I love rice pudding yet have never attempted to make it - I will put it on my "to cook" list, thanks!
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