She baked the pudding directly in her prized brown stoneware ramekins. I don’t remember any raisins or other fruit in the mix. I don’t remember what kind of rice it was, or even the taste. The only words that come to mind are sweet, comfort and love. I’m sure all of us recall certain dishes that indicated their caregiver’s state of mind; the meals that …
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