I was browsing around our local dollar store a couple of weeks ago when I strolled by the refrigerated foods section. My eyes landed on the tempting selections of puddings and gelatin dessert cups: tapioca pudding, flan and gelatina de mosaico (a kind of Jell-O salad made with colorful gelatin pieces in jiggly cream). I bought two tapioca cups but ended up eating them myself. While my daughter likes the flavor of tapioca pudding, she can’t get past the texture, which seems too much like clusters of frog eggs. She calls it Baby Yoda food (a reference to an egg-loving character from Disney’s Star Wars spinoff “The Mandalorian.”)
The next week, to appease my persnickety daughter, I went back and bought a few cups of arroz con leche or “rice with milk,” although it’s closer to the mark to call it rice pudding. It turned out to be our favorite of everything we tried. It’s lightly sweet and comfortingly creamy with a pleasing bit of rice texture, topped with a sprinkle of cinnamon.
Someone who has grown up eating arroz con leche will immediately point out that American rice pudding isn’t the same as arroz con leche. American rice pudding is perfectly delicious and I would scarf down a cup right now if I didn’t need both hands to type this, but it doesn’t have the same richness of arroz con leche, which is traditionally made with both fresh and canned milk and flavored with lots of cinnamon.
Because it’s too embarrassing to fill my cart with 30 cups of arroz con leche, I decided to try to make it at home. The first thing I discovered is that there are a lot of ways to make arroz con leche. Some instructions say to cook the rice in water first, then add milk, while some recipes call for cooking the rice directly in the milk. Some flavor the water with citrus rinds and some use only cinnamon sticks. Some use only whole milk, some use evaporated milk and some use sweetened condensed milk, while other recipes call for all three. Some recipes are more like rice soup and others are thicker and keep a slight chewiness in the rice. Many recipes also call for raisins, which I love but are, strangely, not universally popular. (“Grape boogers,” my friend calls them. There’s no accounting for taste.)