Growing up in Barcelona, we used to share this lemon scented custard with a crunchy sugar topping, with our sister and our mom when we were kids (yes, we all shared one tiny dessert). How we used to “fight” over the last piece of burnt sugar on the top. And how our dad used to watch us with a grin on his face. And that, right there, is a feeling that cannot be explained, only experienced. And it is priceless

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