Sharing my flan
My friend Antonio makes the best flan, second only to my mom’s flan. And I love flan. So when he brought a flan to the Hanukkah party, I quickly stashed it away in the fridge for me, myself, and I. Then every time I go by the fridge it calls to me – take a spoon and eat a bite, it demands of me.
Luckily two friends stopped by last night to light the menorah and have a glass of wine with me on the back porch (with the table top heater that is now starting to chap my lips) and I served them each a slice of flan – everyone agreed the best flan in the world!
So glad I was able to share what was left of that flan because it was going to be me wearing that flan on my butt for weeks to come if I hadn’t.