Um, yes I definitely went to a rice pudding bar tonight in New York.
Rice pudding is the new frozen yogurt is the new cupcake is the new coffee.
Four days until I live less than one thousand feet from Rice to Riches (for the month, at least)!
Help me, God.
My brother won’t shut up about this place. We were supposed to go last time I was there in June but might’ve gotten distracted by Magnolia Bakery’s banana pudding (OMG Jen, get that the day you get there.)
Good thing I just booked my ticket to NY for 4 days for the 2nd half of our hiatus at the beginning of April :)
A good thing to know is that the tops on their cute little rice bowls aren’t secure enough to throw in your purse, even when you think you’ve secured them with a hair elastic.
My purse smelled like cinnamon rice pudding for a while after that.
Not that that’s a bad thing.