I frequently talk about the spark of an idea that can grow into a flame. -A flame that lights the way forward. I am buoyed by such moments...
A brief conversation with a six year old regarding how much she likes blue jelly had me instantly reflecting upon my own childhood and suddenly my mind was filled with custard, not literally of course, but thoughts of how custard was a dominant dessert during my early years, so long ago. Suddenly young eyes lit up- 'You should write a poem about custard, Papa.'
And so the poem, 'The Custard Years' began to form in my mind. Here, now is what was revealed.
The Custard Years
It’s amazing
how much custard one can eat
before the age of ten.
For I certainly ate a lot of custard
early in my life...
Custard was a dessert staple.
I loved it lump free and viscous
-mellow yellow
Simply mum made
using Foster Clark's custard powder.
For me
they were my custard years.
Custard with ice-cream, two-fruits, or jelly
Custard tarts, or just custard neat and slidey.
For some kids it might have been
their jelly years
-or heaven forbid- their instant pudding years
junket and flummery years
But custard was the king back then.
After the age of ten
Somehow,
-and for no particular reason,
that I can think of
custard found itself added to
the long list
of lost lamented delights.
Alan j Wright
I clearly have missed an entire part of childhood —the custard part!! Now, armed with this poem I will go in search of that neat and slidey dessert !
ReplyDeletePattricia, I wish you well in this quest. It may not sit well with your adult palatte, but I can honestly say that having had a childhood soaked in it, I still enjoy it in trifles when the occasion presents. Custard may have been an Australian thing, possibly handed down from our British forebears.
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