Mexican Coffee Flan

Certain smells have always been nostalgic to me. Coffee reminds me so much of my abuelito Rogelio. When my mom would take us to visit our abuelos (grandparents) in Tijuana, we would get up early and pile into the car.

I can still smell the wafting scent of coffee as we crossed the threshold of their front door. Abuelito Rogelio sat in his usual corner right by the china cabinet and next to the back door. Newspaper in hand, he would peek over and give us the warmest smi