Testing Out the New Kitchen

I just moved. Across the street. Hey- don't scoff. Moving is moving. You still have to pack up your stuff, and lift furniture, and feed helpers. Now that I'm back in Wake Forest, and working with a new (although identical) kitchen, I figured it was time I test it out.

I lie. I just wanted to try out this recipe. Flan Cake. 7 eggs. 1 cake. Seven. Eggs.

This cake was something to behold. It came out of that pan like a newborn caramel baby. Custardy goodness on top. Moist cake on bottom.

I feel like throwing in my thoughts about this cake - just because I can. It was weird. When I saw the recipe, I let out a quizzical-half-intrigued 'huh.' I actually got the cookbook it was in for free. Seminary students have this awesome place called the 'Sharing Shop' we can go to on Saturday mornings. I call it a Garage Sale where you don't pay for anything. Seriously, picture walking around a garage and picking out a coffee pot, some dish towels, a brown purse and a Methodist Church Cookbook. And then just walking away with those things and not paying a cent. There are perks, I tell ya. (Still, it is just garage sale stuff)...

Ah, but I digress. I flipped through the pages of the Methodist Church cookbook (church cookbooks are the best!) and Flan Cake caught my eye. Maybe because it put two things I love together. Or perhaps because I thought they didn't really go together. I also thought it might come out like an eggy tres leches...but it didn't! It came out very neat-and very separate. And it was much better than I expected. The flavors worked together. It was nice warm out of the oven, and even better cold (just like flan).

What I liked most about it, though, was that it kind of represented me. Not just flan. Not just cake. A little Cuban-American concoction that was both complex and incredibly simple. I think I'll make it again. Just to get in touch with my roots, of course ;)