Whenever I smell cinnamon it reminds me of the rice pudding mum used to make for us when we were little.
It was one of those things that took no time to make and yet filled our tummies with so much sweetness and comfort.
As winter approaches and the mornings and nights get chillier I am transported back to the sweet smelling rice pudding bubbling away on the stovetop. Sweet, warm and creamy with a sprinkling of extra cinnamon on top.
Hello dear blog world, I have missed you so.
Seems with all the social media out there I didn’t know where to turn.
People are tweeting, blogging, Facebooking, Instagramming, pinning, google+ing and so many other things that I just can’t get my head around, so I walked away and enjoyed a break from the computer.
I am enjoying the kids, especially the little guy because I know that him going to school next year will be unbelievably devastating.My blog also turned 3, I didn’t feel like a party, maybe I will soon.
I also baked and wanted to share this recipe with you.