Baked Rice Custard
This recipe has a high nostalgic value for me. I think it was the first recipe my grandmother taught me to make. I was about ten. I was in her kitchen in Chadstone, and she told me to beat the eggs and sugar together using a spiral whisk. I don't think anyone had a balloon whisk in their kitchen then. As I started beating, her telephone rang and, of course, in those days the phone was a big black instrument in the hallway. So Gramma went to answer it. It was one of her friends, and she sat chatting on the phone for probably fifteen or twenty minutes. My grandmother was not the "goo-ga" kind of grandmother, and so you didn't dare do anything wrong. If she told you to do something, you didn't stop until she told you to stop. When she returned to the kitchen, I'd been beating those eggs and sugar for twenty minutes. She was a bit embarrassed, but we kept going with the pudding. Gramma's pudding dish was one of those enamel, blue-rimmed pudding dishes, and ar...
