
Gather around, all ye folks, for ’tis
the tale of a cooking session
which failed drearily, where a young
but enthusiastic and eager-to-
please-everyone maiden decided
to try her luck in making plain custard.
‘Cause even though she did not like
sweet things much, who could resist
that sugary delight, not even her!
So, she shooed everyone out,
especially her own dear mum,
who could have helped in her first run…
Now handling sugar and milk and such,
she scratched her head a while,
but got them set somehow,
(thanks, heaven, for that, she did!)
the milk then boiled and frothed,
the sugar was mixed and stirred.
And then came the last step…
to finally add the custard powder
that she had bought one day back…!
In anticipation, with sweat
beading down her forehead, she frowned
and stirred, slowly but not enough, alas…
when poured out, the lumps of her poor
custard now trembled and jiggled
helplessly in the bowl… that was when
her sister came into the kitchen,
and exclaimed – “why, custard should be
more or less sipped, then swallowed – not chewed…!”