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Strawberries And Cream Rice Pudding

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Satisfy your sweet cravings with homemade rice pudding! Our easy and delicious recipe is gluten-free and versatile, perfect for any occasion.
PREP TIME
10 minutes
COOK TIME
30 minutes
SERVES
6 regular bowls

About this recipe

Rice pudding has been a beloved dessert for centuries and it’s easy to see why. This humble and versatile dessert can be customized to suit anyone’s taste. Whether you like it classic or with a modern twist, rice pudding is always a crowd-pleaser.

Making rice pudding is a breeze and you only need a few basic ingredients that you probably already have in your kitchen. Plus, it’s a gluten-free option for those with dietary restrictions. Serve it hot or cold, plain or with your favourite toppings, rice pudding is perfect for any time of day.

It’s also a great dessert choice for family gatherings and dinner parties. Impress your guests with our easy and tasty recipe, and don’t forget to add some whipped cream and fresh strawberries for extra sweetness.

If you’re a pudding fanatic like us, you’ve got to try the Arabian milk pudding. It’s a hit at all of our gatherings!

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Ingredients

  • ⅓ cup rice (short-grain)
  • 2 cups of water
  • 2 cups of milk
  • ¼ cup of sugar
  • Vanilla pod
  • ½ cup of whipped cream + extra for garnishing
  • fresh strawberries
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Notes from Rouba

  • Use Jasmine rice for a floral flavour in your pudding.
  • Oat milk or coconut milk can be used as dairy-free alternatives due to their higher fat percentage.
  • Taste the rice once the water is absorbed as cooking time may vary among rice brands. Add more water if needed.
  • Stir regularly when making rice pudding for the perfect creamy consistency.

Method

Step 1.

Place the rice in a saucepan with 2 cups of water, bring to a boil, reduce heat, and cook on low uncovered for approximately 30 minutes.

Step 2.

Stir in the milk and sugar. Scrape out the vanilla pod and add it to the rice mixture along with the pod. Cook uncovered on very low heat for approximately 30 minutes or until rice is cooked through stirring regularly.

Step 3.

Turn off the heat and stand for 5 minutes before folding in the whipped cream.

Step 4.

Serve in a large bowl or individual serving dishes. Refrigerate for 2-3 hours.
Layer with whipped cream and strawberries before serving

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