Mango Sticky Rice

I first had this delicacy during my visit to Bangkok. I had heard so much about it and it tasted just as delicious. I wanted to try to make it. Of course, there was no way I could replicate the dish in terms of flavor but I tried. And all the more, it’s the perfect dessert to try and make during the season of mangoes.

Here is what you will need

A cup of rice ( taichin rice/ sushi rice is more favorable)s

3 ripe mangoes

1 can of coconut milk (easily available in the supermarket)

Sugar to your liking

1 tablespoon of corn starch

This is pretty easy to make and prep time will only take you somewhere around 20 minutes excluding the rice, of course.

Instructions

First things first, you want to soak the rice and cook it accordingly. Then leave it be.
Take a pot and pour in your coconut milk, you can substitute regular milk if you cannot find coconut milk.
Pour in your sugar around 3-4 tablespoons or as per your taste and keep stirring
In a small separate bowl, take 1 tablespoon of cornstarch and mix water and stir until there are no lumps to create slurry.
Pour in your slurry to your coconut milk and sugar mixture and continue stirring. Turn the heat off.
Pour your mixture over your rice and cover it up for the rice to soak the milk up for about half an hour.
Take your ripe mangoes and cut them.
Plate up with your sticky rice and style your cut up mangoes on the side.

Who would have thought that mangoes and rice would make such a good combination? It did not, in my head but in my mouth, it definitely does.

Go ahead and try it.

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