I’m all about adapting recipes and trying variations, but a tres leches this is not. Reducing the sweetness? Valid. I get it, it can be cloying. Substituting condensed milk for granulated sugar? I mean…it’s a choice. It’s kind of key to the leches in tres leches, but you know, you do you. I’m even down for incorporating corn in the cake, that sounds dope. But labneh? Lemon? Blueberries? Actual straight-up Southern cornbread? That’s not tres leches. Call it a poke cake, call it a soaked cake, but I can guarantee that abuelas in every single Spanish speaking country are rolling in their graves right now. It’s a slap in the face to call it a tres leches, while simultaneously ignoring the cultural history, our flavors, our ingredients, and our traditions. Legit, call it something else, and it would be a bomb dessert. But it’s an affront to tres leches. The audacity of acculturating this recipe beyond recognition, I mean really. Labneh and blueberries. Labneh and blueberries?! Where in your life have you seen labneh and blueberries and southern cornbread in one recipe and called it Latino? No. Just…no.