MARY E. MENDOZA My grandmother’s rice was one of many dishes she made well, but it was the one that spoke to her granddaughters the most. We loved it. Mexican rice, if not made well, can be bland. Hers never was. It had flavors of garlic and onion and rich tomato. It was never too dry, and it was the food each one of her granddaughters loved from when we were small. We grew up on that rice. It was central to every family meal. Our family meals w…