Tonight I am making fried rice for dinner, which meant that I needed to make some fresh rice earlier today. I don't know about you but when the rice is steaming fresh it just makes my mind wander to my childhood days of when my mom would make me rice with cinnamon and sugar (and a bit of milk). It has always been a favorite of mine, and our family's. So, what did I do? I put a little rice aside in a bowl, added a little cinnamon and sugar, with milk, and enjoyed.
I am grateful for simple memories like that, they just feel so homey. But, don't worry, I won't be eating any butter and sugar sandwiches...I outgrew those many years ago! :)