Here is a cute story about beloved Iraqi red rice,
"My personal favourite was Timmen Ahmar; rice cooked with tomatoes and sometimes served with chicken. The tomatoes added a reddish colour to the white rice, hence the name 'Ahmar' (red). Some of my brothers liked it when the rice was all mushy (m3ajjin). Yoghurt (Roba) was also added on the side but I didn't usually do that because it turned the rice into what we called 'shoorbat timmen', rice soup.
I remember sitting before the Sufra, a large, rectangular plastic table-cloth that we used on the floor. My plate was full and I was waiting for the rest of my brothers to sit down so that we start eating. As they came, one by one, we began eating the tasty Timmen Ahmar. I swallowed the food hurriedly, as if in fear of it running out. I gulped and gulped until I got hiccups, or Um il Awafi, as my mother had taught me.
A distinctive feature of my mother's Timmen Ahmar was the way she served it. Usually, rice is presented in a Belem, a large plate or bowl. However, Timmen Ahmar was put in a Seeniyya, a big, silver metal tray; and then each of us would take the amount we thought sufficient for us.
We ate as one..we lived as one.
The Timmen Ahmar days are long gone; 1997 wasn't just a decade ago, it was a lifetime ago; One of my brothers tried consoling me by cooking Timmen Ahmar and making sure that it was served in a metal tray rather than a large, 'farfouri' plate - he didn't quite make it. I thanked him warmly and reminded him that Mama's status as a historical one-off goes beyond her altruism, manners and humility; even her recipes had a touch of magic to them.. he was convinced."
http://iraqisenor.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html
It reminds me of sitting in my MIL's home....