This is probably the easiest sweet to prepare. Just cook some rice with enough water so that it cooks well and becomes doughy. Then add the milk with a little bit of cinnamon sticks, sugar, a pinch of salt and let it cook more.
{Everything sweet has to have a pinch of salt, if you don't know this you are fried (it´s a cuban expression, in this context means "estás frito", you don´t know anything)}.
The rice pudding... is served in a glass candy dish preferably (for glamour), sprinkled with cinnamon on top.
Can you imagine it?
I don't have any glass candy dish 😂, but I do have these little clay potsherds that a friend gave me one day for my birthday. In them I like to drink coffee and put custard or rice pudding.
Yeah, I know, I ate the rice pudding. It's not here anymore. You can imagine it too, it's not that complicated.
I came here to reflect. Don't think that my words will be empty like those little clay pots... wait, I had to look out on the terrace because I felt a noise and you know what? butterflies have filled me with immense joy with their smell, which is the angel of this quiet and mysterious night.
(The mystery, I think, is being put by the cat, because it is fighting with someone or something on the roof).
I like to enjoy the small pleasures of life; this sweet that I made with my hands and it turned out tasty, for example, and the smell of the butterflies that hits me softly in the face as soon as I open the door of my room to go out to the terrace. I truly feel that I can be happy with very little.
I have been in a lot of pain (migraine), when I feel so much pain and I see myself alone, I think about things I normally don't think about. This time I thought about people and made a list of things that someone CANNOT have or be, if I give them entrance into my life. I also thought about myself, my impulses, the need I sometimes have to justify myself and that it is not my place to judge, let alone talk about that judgment with third parties.
I want to become a valuable woman, but not for others, but for myself because I am my own companion and many times my sadness comes from a dissatisfaction I have with myself, with the way I usually am, attitudes that I must banish. Of course, my desire has to do ultimately with a result that will be projected outwardly because we are social beings, but I want it to be valuable and genuine, to contribute and to be meaningful and at the same time to inspire others. I know I have a lot of work to do.
It's not the country, nor the shortages, nor the people around me complaining, nor how tedious everything can be here... it's myself. I'm sure it's me projecting my dissatisfaction externally. And that's how I think most people tend to be.
So when I ate this rice pudding and reveled in its taste, and its texture, seeing it there in the clay bowls my friend gave me, I felt great, because I was alone with the only person who totally understands me (myself) and in a state of complete contentment. Thoughts outside, just the sweet, the taste, the gift from my friend and my happiness because it was really delicious.
Being present in the present is the magic that we all lack many times. That's why when I opened the door of my room and the smell of butterflies almost permeated my whole body, I felt blissful. I planted those flowers and they breathe and thank me with their presence and scent. I am also grateful to have my own butterflies, unique, because we happen to spend time together and share kind words with each other, with our own way of saying.
Maybe I'm being radical with this list of things that someone CANNOT have or be, if I give them entrance into my life, but I deserve the best in this world. We all deserve it and we should actively act to get it.
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