Memoir Blog
It was almost summer vacation in fourth grade and my recreational soccer league had finished its season. To celebrate, my entire team was invited to a pool party. Each of us brought different foods to share with each other, mostly desserts. Almost everyone brought basic desserts, like Oreos and cupcakes. However, one girl decided to bring something new. She brought flan. As her mother presented it, she announced to the group that it was my teammate's favorite dessert. It was my first time seeing flan and I remember thinking it looked like some kind of cheesecake. It was large and circular, like a pie, but it had no crust and jiggled slightly whenever it was moved. It was obviously home-made. The kind of dish that took time to prepare and came with a sense of pride after it was completed. The flan was new and exciting, so naturally each member of my team took a slice. As I bit in, the strange texture assaulted my to...