Custard-filled tart

Usage examples of flan.

I could cook, bake, stew, make soups, salads, flans, cakes, tarts, trifles .

For gates that are closer, such as those between Ty Station and the planet Flan, the recharge time is only a minute or two.

But the reapplication of her lipstick and the sexiness of that would have to wait until after flan.

The last of them passed the Flan gate a few seconds after your arrival in the bottle.

There were pies and puddings, flans and flummeries, saffron seedcakes, cloudy white bread and soft yellow butter, raspberries, pears, strawberries and honeyed figs, creamy curd, truffles, and crystal goblets encircling dark wine.

Spears and axes and torches were dropped as the remaining nomads spread their flan and chivaned for their lives.

Thirty minutes later, after Dorotea had eaten a flan covered with dulce de leche, a sweet, chocolatelike substance made by boiling milk for hours, she kissed Clete chastely on the cheek, and marched off with Beth and Marjorie down a corridor in the right wing of the sprawling house to her guest room.

Redcurrant tarts, bilberry scones, plumcakes, latticed apple pies, strawberry flans and damson puddings radiated out into patterns, dotted by bowls of nutcream, meadowcream, Abbeycream, rosecream and buttercup fondant.

I have flan and bread pudding yet to do, and I know Brian will need the ovens for something.

Just when I thought I would have to summon a wheelchair to get me to the car, the waitress took away all the platters and bowls, and started bringing desserts-apple pies, chocolate cakes, bowls of homemade ice cream, pastries, flans and God knows what else.

Oatfarls, cottage loaves and batons of ryebread, all hot from the ovens with their crusts gleaming brown, lay scattered between vegetable flans, shrimp and hot-root soup and massive deeper *n' ever turnip V later 'n' beetroot pies beloved by moles.

The serfs were bringing coffee and deserts, blueberry lemonade sorbets and almond flan with fruits and cheeses.

The money she made on the flans was money for her skill, she wasn't stealing from The Mount's store cupboard.

Plates of sandwiches and cakes had been upended all over the floor, and a great jug of milk dripped its last into a huge white puddle on the floor, beside which Maggie was languidly licking the last of the whipped cream out of Kitty's strawberry flan.