Flan with cream cheese.

The couple flan.

It is interesting how making something can open your eyes to your strengths and your weaknesses. As I was circling the spoon in the deep bottom pan, smelling the sugar, cinnamon stick and orange zest and (not patiently) waiting for it to turn in to a rich golden color. I became anxious for the caramel to present itself and kept pausing to see if I had screwed it up.  My husband, comforting, and encouraging me to wait. Not yet... I as in a previous article I wrote I realize I am a member of the fast food nation. I want to be a slow food girl like my mother, who could can, bake, and sew, with saintly patience.

When at last I poured the golden caramel  into the pan it quickly began to thicken and I was happy that it had not burned. My hubby then pointed out it was thicker on one side. I panicked thinking, Oh NO he doesn't think I am perfect, I want to be perfect, and fast.
My husband helped me put the heavy pot in the stove and made sure any details were not missed. I added water in the pan underneith and together we slid the flan and it's steam bath back inside the stove.
In the end it all turned out quite nicely. I get gold stars because, I took the risk of making the flan, and I guess you can say I am brave.  I will work on being imperfect, and slower next time. As for now I am still speedy with a dream of perfection.
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MSD or SDP. :)