Are you a fan of flan?
Okay, how ridiculous does that sound?
I am, and once I catch a glimpse, it's useless to resist temptation. When I lived in New York, there was a borderline sketchy Spanish restaurant down the street from my apartment that served the best flan. It was a regular treat, and so good that I was able to overlook the crummy floor and skeezy clientele.
When we moved to Paris, I fell in love with the French version of flan, which is less like a caramel-topped panna cotta and more like a gelatinous pie. There's a bit more structure to it, which allows you to scarf it on the street - something I did often without reservations.
Last night, I visited our favorite bakery here in Glen Ridge, and noticed right away that they had just wheeled out a baker's cart full of flan that resembled the version I had come to love last winter. Score! I snapped up six pieces and ate two before I made it back to the house.
This morning I'm surfing for recipes, as I imagine it's not that difficult to make. If you have a good one, I'd love it if you shared.
The above photos are of the flan in the patisserie next to our old apartment.