The first time I made this cake it was a Tuesday night, the kind where dinner dishes are still in the sink and someone is asking where their soccer jersey is. I remember stirring the filling while the dog barked at a squirrel, thinking, "This is too many bowls for a weeknight," but also knowing…
The first time I made this cheesecake, it was a Tuesday night that already felt like a Friday. There were soccer shin guards drying on the counter, a half-finished homework sheet under the fruit bowl, and exactly one clean mixing bowl left in the cabinet.…
I did what I usually do in that situation, I opened the cabinet, squinted at the shelf of canned goods, and did a quick mental roll call. Sweetened condensed milk. Evaporated milk. Eggs in the fridge. Sugar, of course. Enough to lean flan-ish, not quite…