Just a gustatory story

So, I already mentioned that I went to the Columbian place over the weekend. But in addition to all the tasty meats you can order at the restaurant, it's also a small grocery, and we bought flan, which the_star_fish made last night and was tasty. I don't know why flan is so delicious, but it is. It had me singing songs from "Man of La Flancha" (y'know, about Flan Quixote). It occurs to me that when I am very pleased with tasty rare food, I sometimes end up singing about it. (see also: emu songs)

I only had a small flan cup, but that was plenty for me. Why? Because earlier that day, I had eaten ten kinds of pie at work, while voting in a pie-baking contest. You can even see the best-looking pie (and best looking-pie) here. If there's one thing better than pie, it's ten kinds of pie. (or is that, nine things better than pie?) And any day where you can have ten kinds of pie and then flan is a good day.*

(*unless you're then robbed or stabbed or something.)