Over at Babalú today, I tell the story of how my amazing grandmother made perfect flan in a tin can, in a coal burning stove back in the 1930’s. She should certainly have received a crown for that accomplishment. (it still blows my mind)
To this day, my mom calls herself La Reina del Flan (The Queen of Flan).
The art of flan-making is in my red, hot Cuban blood. I come by it honestly. And it’s Christmas. Time for the traditional Noche Buena Flan and baby, I’m making it!
But I don’t think I’m quite prepared to take on an Official Title.
Unless it’s something like, Marta – Lover of Leche Condensada.
But then, really, who needs a title when you’ve got the cheeks to prove it?? =D
How about this title?
(shut up.) 😉