Forks 'n' Flip Flops

First off, there’s something about a delicious homemade Mexican flan that feels like a warm hug from my abuela — even though my hands are the ones whisking the eggs now. I turned 31 this year, and I’ve been thinking a lot about how the desserts we grow up with shape the way we see sweetness, comfort, and identity. For me, that’s flan: silky, golden, unapologetically rich — and deeply Mexican. Secondly, Flan’s story began long before it arrived in our kitchens. Its roots go all the way back to ...