Custard

I can hardly ever be bothered to make custard. Yet I know he loves it. He's an old-fashioned boy in some ways, he likes steamed puddings with lashings of hot yellow custard.

Me, I prefer a delicate chocolate mousse with marscapone or crème fraiche.

If I wanted to please him, I should learn to make jam roly poly, but it seems an awful lot of effort, and so fattening!

"Shopping List" A short hyperfiction
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