The answer is nothing!
So I decided to experiment. And I made my very FIRST custard pie all by myself. And let me tell you something, it is one stressful pie to make at time. It has a very liquidy inside when you put it in the pan and it fills the pie shell to the brim, so naturally, being the klutz that I am, I spilled some in the heated oven.
See how liquidy that is? ---->
This is what I had to put in the oven! Ahhh!
I had to clean the oven. Grr! But after all of that worrisome business, I got the pie in without too much damage. 20 minutes later, I had to spin it around so that both sides got the same amount of cook-ness (wow...) 20 minutes LATER, and it comes out semi-beautifully!
This is a proud moment. I am very excited for myself. This is like the first time I made the Lemon-Merengue Pie (you remember THAT, right?). I feel succesful. Who cares if it doesn't taste great? I'm not much of a flan fan myself, but knowing that I made it by myself, I will enjoy it. And I know my mom will too!





My father and I took a walk today for the first time in a while. Well, not a very long while considering he has only been home a month, but still. During the beginning of this walk, we stepped in total silence, just listening to our bodies move through the sunny day. Then we started talking, but the walking got more intense (as did my quickly beating heart.) Towards the end of the walk, we talked so much about the important stuff. The family, ourselves, our views, their views, the views that don't matter.