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This luscious custard is sprinkled with cinnamon.
Sugar and spice, everything nice: egg yolks, vanilla, milk, cinnamon…this is not a multitasking-friendly thing. It needs to thicken, and you have to be patient and persistent. But the reward is silky, creamy custard that puts rubbery instant pudding to shame. It tastes delicious warm, and also, chilled. Add whipped cream if you like.
I remember my Grandma Migdalia stirring it patiently, at the stove. She was methodical and tireless when it came to home tasks. She’d spend a half hour scrubbing a roasting pan to get a year’s worth of residue off of it. She didn’t let me go to bed on summer nights before she washed my feet with a cool rag soaked in water and rubbing alcohol. Thorough. Loving. Stern. The fruits of her labor were sweet.
As long as I am still making natilla, my grandmother Migdalia lives on. She also lives on in my perfectionism and shocking candor, in my daughter’s fiery self-possession, in my mother’s feistiness and fierce protectiveness–and in our shared survivor spirit. How does your grandmother or great-grandmother live on in you? Leave a comment below to share her legacy.
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