Glenn's favourite dessert

A long time ago, my mother made a delicious apricot flan one night when my father's colleague Glenn came for dinner.

We wanted her to make it again. The only way we could imagine convincing her to do so was by telling her that it was Glenn's favourite dessert before he came over the next time.


Glenn worked with my father in the two-man Canadian Press bureau in Washington in the 1980s. The two had also worked together in Ottawa during the 1970s.

They spent a great deal of time together socially and Glenn often came for dinner.

We managed to convince my mother that apricot flan was his favourite dessert, which meant we had it almost every time he came over.

When I last saw him a few years ago in Ottawa, I told him the story about convincing my mother that apricot flan was his favourite dessert to sate our collective appetite for the treat and he said cosmically:

"But it is my favourite dessert"