Last Thanksgiving, my mom surprised us by baking a coconut flan. It was a surprise because, first, she doesn’t love to cook. Second, the flans she’s made in the past have all been of the plain vanilla variety. They’ve been good, no doubt, but always vanilla — simple, no frills, direct.
That time she baked the flan in a loaf pan, and when it came out it looked sleek and modern, words that don’t often pair with something so homey as a baked custard. It was lovely, it really was.
Mom surprised me again recently by suggesting we make it together so she could teach me how it’s done. I looked forward to it as soon as she shared her plan.
It was a fool-proof process … until I decided to change my mother’s recipe. Continue reading «coconut-or-vanilla flan»