The memories I have of my “Grandma Cheli” could easily turn this post into a book. Making pasteles, watching novelas and opening her fridge to find two homemade rice pudding cups (one for me, one for her) waiting for us are just a few things I will never forget. She was no different when my son was born. Although she had already been diagnosed with cancer, she still cooked up a storm, decorated her home and made sure to give my son everything from cuddles, tickles to her infamous bottle of milk with “un poquito de cereal.” I miss those moments.

I’ve never made ride pudding (arroz con dulce) from scratch but in honor of my grandmother and in collaboration with the