Sounds yummy. Baked custard, huh? My grandmother (who, if she were still alive, would have turned 101 last week) made a boiled custard that was heaven on earth. She always stored it in a Miracle Whip jar on the top shelf of her ‘fridge (yes, she washed the jar first!). The thing that seemed to make it the most delicious was the way she built anticipation for that bowl of nirvana by the litany of apologies she dished out as she spooned the custard: “I’m ashamed to serve it to you…it turned out so runny…I think this is probably the worst batch of custard I’ve ever made…I probably should have thrown the whole batch out…” We all knew that the more she apologized, the better it was!
Man, I miss my grandma! It’s been almost 13 years now since she passed, and my eyes are tearing up now as I think about how much I loved being with her.
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