I channelled my inner Martha Stewart yesterday and made some rice pudding. The Husband actually raves about my rice pudding. Which makes me all warm and fuzzy. To quote Shrek: "I don't mean to brag, but I make a mean weedrat stew rice pudding."
I like mine cold, just a little runny, with cinnamon sprinkled on top.
Not bad for an amateur, huh? There may be hope for me yet!