Custard is delish. Custard is warm and cosy. It reminds me of cold winter nights spent eating stewed pears with creamy custard atop them. My dad used to make his speciality Chocolate custard. It was yum. A warm chocolately pudding with a blob of cold vanilla ice cream in the middle. That's what my childhood was made of. When I think of custard, I think of love. Custard is love. And now, I make it for my kids. Well, I squeeze it out of a carton that is. I tried making for them once, but they didn't like it so much.
The thing is that custard is actually quite hard to make by itself. Eggs, mixed with milk and sugar and slowly, lovingly brought to the boil just enough to bind it all into a gooey pulp.
Even when you make it the normal way (with custard powder) it is still tricky. You have to watch it carefully or it can burn on the bottom and sometimes it just wont bind together at all. It's a tricky one, is custard. But it's worth it.
And let's not forget, custard is related to the pudding of all puddings, the Creme Brulee!
Haine - Mariana
Custard is sloppy muck. It is also the colour of snot in the morning. Custard ruins every pudding you put it on. Ice cream that was once yum is now sloppy ice cream. Cake that was once yum is now sloppy cake. A plate that was once clean is now full of slop.
Brain Dead! Do you remember that movie? With the custard? Custard will always remind me of rabid rat monkeys and an old lady eating her ear. Peter Jackson totally ruined custard for me.
"Thank you, Nora."
P.S - I loved Peter Jackson before anyone else did - just so you know.