(Continued from Cottage Cheese Roots, Custard Dreams)
I would make a flan for my Latina mom friends.
That’s what I decided.
I would make a dish their own abuelas had assuredly made for them at some point. Not a dish my own abuela, Helen, had often purchased locally – no, not a potato salad – I would make a flan!
Because that makes sense, setting yourself up…
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