I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but growing up, I certainly enjoyed the many perks of my family owning a Spanish restaurant. Probably top of the list was being able to order anything I wanted from the menu. With each visit I’d try to order a different dish for my main course but dessert would always stay the same.
I’d always have the Natilla. I loved the look burnt sugar topping provoking me to give it a good hard crack and then my spoon surrendering to the velvety custard and sponge finger mix beneath.