Some people who will remain nameless think that flan tastes like boogers – ya’ll crazy!
Flan is a high protein, high sugar dessert that eventually came to Latin America via Spain, but honesty flan is as old as Rome! And for good reason, it’s yummy!
Knowing that my Cuban Tía & her daughters are coming to lunch last night I decided – last minute – that I needed to have a dessert to give them when they come for lunch. It wasn’t enough that I made Ropa Vieja, I needed something sweet. Now as you know I’ve long since given up sweets. I am always looking for high protein snacks and desserts, but as my mother pointed out last night, just because I choose to follow a strict diet, that doesn’t mean others have to do the same.
So I took out the Cocina Criolla cookbook my Abuela gave me & I proceeded to look for a flan recipe that wasn’t excessively sugary, but still good. I’ve translated it below for you:
6 egg yolks
3 egg whites
3/4 cup sugar
1 cinnamon stick
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups milk
Hint of lime zest
Optional: melt down 1/3 sugar to make caramel topping
What you do:
Boil the milk, salt, cinnamon stick & hint of lime zest.
Set aside, let cool.
Heat the oven to 350 degrees.
Separate the egg yolks from the egg whites.
Gently whisk the 6 yolks with 3 eggs, gently adding sugar, and the cooled milk mixture.
*If you have made the caramel, pour into the molde, let cool completely.
Pour the egg and milk mixture into the molde.
Place the molde in a water bath.
Carefully place the water bath on the oven. Heat for one hour.
Take flan out of the oven & chill in the refrigerator at least 4 hrs.
Serves 6 (actually if using proper portion control serves 12).
What is your favorite children’s book? How do you feel about our children constantly being marketed to? Do you care about the environment at children’s birthday parties?
These are all question’s I’ve asked myself as I plan for L’s first birthday party. We’ve invited 55 people, of course, to be polite, however I am only expecting 16 to show up. And with these guests comes the fear of
A lot of trash (plates, gift wrapping, in the case of one of Jason’s aunts cigarette butts on our front sidewalk).
Unwanted gifts we can’t fit in our home
People giving unsolicited advice about child raising.
But the wonderful thing is that I’m planning my daughter’s 1st birthday, some people don’t have this opportunity! So those things that bother me fade in comparison with the blessing of planning.
Themes I thought about:
Anne of Green Gables
I’m sure I will use some of these in the future if my daughter enjoys these series and wants too. I want to stay away from using the television as a theme for her birthday because I majored in English Literature (focus on American Fiction) and I want to use my knowledge to create a wonder world for her and her little friends.
This year we are doing Peter Rabbit. Why? L has a spring birthday. For the adults we are serving Cuban style rice and chicken, a salad containing lettuce, radishes, cucumber and parsley (since they were mentioned in the book), blackberry or chamomile tea, and carrots. For the children we are doing finger foods: rabbit shaped cucumber sandwiches, carrots cheese and crackers.
What I am most looking forward to is making the carrot cake. Although it won’t necessarily be as healthy as we’d like, we prefer a cake containing something healthy to an ice-cream cake. I am really looking forward to this fete and I hope to post pictures next month.
This first time my husband (a bodybuilder) and I hung out he brought me sour skittles. He himself didn’t eat them, but he knew they were my only vice and I was impressed that he remembered. (I still didn’t date him for another 11 months but that’s a story for a different day).
When you commit to eating right it’s not a “diet”, it’s a lifestyle change. And to be perfectly honest, it took me two years to get completely on board. I was always already within my target weight range so I didn’t see a reason to drop skittles from my diet.
Four years and one baby later, my husband is running his mobile personal training business, I’m running the social media for that along with assisting in the nutritional aspect of his business. So bye bye skittles and other man-made delicious toxins.
In the beginning, we cut out everything that wasn’t healthy. My husband taught me how to really read nutrition labels and how the chemistry of food works. What I learned was it isn’t just what you eat, but what you pair it with. For example black beans and brown rice is a completed protein.
Anyway, after a month of very clean eating (red meat only once a week, no alcohol, or sugars, for more details see the #FitcomApp), I went to target. I wandered around the store as new mothers do when they have a moment alone, and I saw it. Right there in the checkout lane was that old familiar bag.
I bought original skittles and ate them on my way home. They were terrible. I ate one and then I grimaced. The whole three miles to my house I muttered to my self, “Why did I like these? They taste like paste. I need water.” I dropped them in the trash outside my house (since it happened to be trash day) and I went inside and downed 32oz. of water.
While it may take time to detox from junk food, once you do, you’ll find that you’re able to function better and the old foods won’t have a hold on you anymore. You may even find (like I did) that your old comforts are disgusting.
I saw in the grocery store all of the things people are saying about the First Lady. It bothers me because she seems like a nice enough lady, but we as a society are very into tearing one another down.
Another example of this is when Lady Gaga performed at the Super Bowl. She looked great! But people criticized her fore not having a flat stomach! Really? When 1/2 of the country is obese? Ugh!
I’m glad I’m not a celebrity. Who could live up to the impossibly shallow standards of surface perfection the world has?
You open your eyes and realize your husband is still sleeping, and the baby is still sleeping, but she’s coughing. You ease out of bed and tip-toe to your daughter’s room. She sits up when she hears (smells?) you. You take her in your arms and sit in the rocking chair your parents bought you for your 30th birthday. You use the nasal bulb to pull her white/yellow boogers and take her temperature. No fever thank God. You count out her heart hearts, not to many, not to few. She’s just dry coughing. You’re convinced it’s allergies.
Your husband wakes up, complaining of the cold, but he’s a Florida guy so any thing below 76 is cold to him. The house is at 74. He asks how she is, is it a fever? Is she sick? No you think it’s allergies, you dusted the house earlier, she’s got no mucus, no phlegm, just a dry cough.
You both take her Into the bathroom, run the hot water and sit on the floor. She coughs, but is more interested in playing. There is no hot water. Someone turned the hot water off because he heard it would lower the water bill. Annoyed, you shut the water off. Let’s leave the hot water on from now on, okay? Back I to the baby’s room and she thinks it’s play time. Your husband’s not having it. Is she sick or what? I think it’s allergies. She wants to play and has a cough. He goes back to bed.
Soon so do you.
In the morning you, your husband & your baby eat oatmeal together. He washes the dishes and then he heads off to work, kissing you before he walks out the door. You call the pediatrician & make any appointment. Then you and the baby go out for a stroll by the sea. The salty air is good for both of you.
Your husband calls frequently during the day to see how the baby is, how you are and to complain about work.
You go to the pediatrician. She says it’s allergies & suggests a humidifier. You know the cats days are numbered.