Went to dinner at Don Carlin last night. The dinner was delicious, the red beans were as always a revelation, the rice was just right as usual. Then after dinner came the flan that three of us would share. It took all of my self control not to drink the caramel in the bowl when we were done with the simply divine flan. It is one of the best things you will ever put in your mouth. Get a cappuccino or a cafe con leche to go with it and heaven is right where you're sitting. One of my teenage daughters got up this morning and said, "mmm. Meat". She couldn't wait to get to the leftover Churasco sitting in the fridge.
I didn't sleep well cause the beans really hurt me, but once every three months or so I have to eat a whole cup of them at Don Carlin. Damn the pain and suffering that comes with it. There are times I wish I could just sit in a chair and that flan till I couldn't eat anymore. I don't the human body could survive such a viscous attack on its pancreas. Good way to go though. Or to water boarded but replace the water with the caramel juice/sauce from the flan dish. Maybe interspersed with some just sweet enough cafe con leche. What a way to go. I'm ready for a really good dream one night soon, can't wait.
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