It wasn’t until years later that I learned the leaves are poisonous—she never mentioned that, not once. I’m guessing she didn’t think children would be evenly remotely interested in eating anything green and leafy—and she was right, we never did.
The lilacs are blooming which also reminds me of her hedgerow that spilled over with fragrant purple and white blossoms. I cut two enormous bunches from my neighbor’s yard and am going to go back later for a third. It has only been a couple of hours since I brought them in the house but the scent has already permeated every corner, pushing out all that stale winter air.
My Grandma was more of a pie lady so I don’t know why I made rice pudding other than it is comfort food at it’s finest and all this reminiscing has got me a little sad. I especially love this version because it bakes in the oven, no need to sit over the stove, stirring and praying that nothing burns.
The rhubarb sauce is on the sour side which is a good thing because the rice pudding boarders on maybe too sweet. Which just means they go together perfectly. Happy Spring! xo