There's an old saying that "every baby comes with a loaf of bread under his arm." Now if that were true, that would make for quite an awkward delivery. Epidural or not. However, it is a fact that with every baby born at Fusion Church also arrives an amazing array of diligently scheduled home cooked meals to the lucky family. I've been able to witness (and taste) this miracle firsthand with my last three children. The other night, a wonderful couple, Aimee & Jose Gonzalez, from our church offered to bring us dinner, even though we'd already consumed our regularly scheduled three weeks' worth of good graces. From what I understand, Jose (who's Cuban) is the cook, and Aimee (who's originally from Venezuela) delivers the meals with her lovely personality and smile.
Well last night Aimee brought us Arroz con Pollo (chicken with rice), steamed veggies, and homemade flan. It couldn't have come at a better time, since Ren has been working late quite a bit lately. So not having to worry about the added stress of dinner, with 4 kids, without Ren's help was a godsend. Suffice it to say, I was also able to enjoy the majority of by myself. The Arroz con Pollo was a great dinner last night, and tonight. And the flan...Well, it's been good all day.
Let me just state for the record, that I'm not typically the biggest flan fan. But this flan? I'm not quite sure what Jose puts in it. But if anything can be wonderful, beautiful, and evil all at the same time, I may have discovered it. The only thing better would be Pocket Flan, but only if it were guaranteed to be this good. Something, however, tells me it wouldn't.
I never used to be a big sweets person. I could live without them. Now, however, it seems that I am living solely on them. Particularly with this flan. I, honest to goodness, woke up at 3:00 AM, due to a certain one-month old, and could not go back to sleep until I had more of this sticky, sweet, gooey, confectionery curse. I never imagined myself as one of those people you see in commercials padding down into the kitchen and furtively rummaging through the refrigerator in the middle of the night in search of a snack. But last night, I was that pathetic person.
And guess what I had for breakfast this morning? Flan.
Snack? You guessed it!
What I'm about to eat after I finish this post? Oh yeah.
At first I thought there might be something wrong with me. But after speaking with my mother, who also is familiar with Jose and The Flan, I was relieved to find that I wasn't alone. I can honestly say that I've singlehandedly eaten the entire plate of flan myself. I can also say that I, at this point in my life, lack the inner resources to fight it. I used to be thin. Back when I was in college, teaching aerobics, before kids, and...twenty freakin' four. But I am starting to wonder if maybe this is how I'll be living from now on. Quite frankly, I am enjoying myself too much to do anything about it!
Yahoo for flan!
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HA HA HA HA HA!!!
How big was this freakin' plate of flan? I think I need to try some of the Gonzalez flan. Do you think that Shane's vasectomy today warrants the making of Cuban food??? If not, I can manufacture some other sort of ailment that surely will be worthy of delivered homemade ethnic food.
P.S. You are, and always will be, one of the lovliest women I know. Even more than when you were 24!!
Ange,
Over the Christmas holidays, I ate 3 or 4 pecan pies virtually by myself. Now, in all fairness, I just ate the topping off the pies, thus saving a few calories. Once the topping is gone, you have to throw away the pie so your husband doesn't come home to a bald pie. Wes still teases me about those pies, which I am very bitter about.
erin this reminds me of my mom's stories from when she first got married..she and my dad were on a literally shoestring budget and she would by a dozen powdered donuts from the store as a treat for them. while he was at school, she would eat about six, and then because she didn't want him to know she ate that many, she would eat the other six and throw the box away..!:) ha ha!!
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