"On washday my Mom would make herself a treat. I thought you and I should have a treat today since it is so rainy."
---me too!!
The treat was rice boiled in milk til done. It was served in a bowl and cinammon and sugar were sprinkled liberally over top. A little hole was made in the middle then and some butter put in. MMMMM it was soo good.
Want a treat? Go boil some rice.
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