My Nonna makes a sweet rice cake, where she boils it in milk with nutmeg and sugar until it's thick, puts that into a pastry shell, and bakes it all in the oven until it is solid. It's sweet and kind of toothsome in texture, and I guess it must be a festive dish because she only ever makes it at Christmas. We eat it cold, and I'll always associate it with hot Australian summers. Cool and smooth in my mouth, while it's roasting hot outside.