I've been thinking about dessert all day, and rightfully so I'd say, after choking down a serving of glucola and enduring an arm-bruising blood draw at the doctor's office this morning. {By the way, I did pass my glucose tolerance test. Phew!}
When we were bashing around New York a few weeks ago the professor and I happened upon a place one evening that totally intrigued us. By appearance we thought it was an ice cream parlor, but the name says it all. Y'all, Rice to Riches is a storefront that sells rice pudding... only rice pudding. This boggles my mind. Can a place in NYC really make it simply by selling different flavors of sweet, creamy rice? Apparently so. Is rice pudding really that good? I guess it is.
If we hadn't just stuffed ourselves with pizza at Lombardi's we would've stepped right in and sampled rice pudding, but alas we were full, very full. Believe it or not, I've never had rice pudding. Never. So, tomorrow I'm planning to stir some together for us to enjoy as we usher in the New Year.
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