The Heresiarch laments: “The depressing thing is that, increasingly, custard is all we have left.”

But remember the wise words of Ned Ward (1667-1731) in British Wonders; Or, A Poetical Description of the Several Prodigies and Most Remarkable Accidents That have happen’d in Britain since the Death of Queen Anne (1717):

“Custard, that noble cooling Food,/ So toothsome, wholsome, and so good, / That Dainty so approv’d of old, / Whose yellow surface shines like Gold.”

You can find a longer extract from the poem, including some terrific lines about pudding, at BabelStone.