When my mother died, one of the first things I claimed was a blue crockery pitcher that was always in our Frigidaire, filled with custard. We didn’t call it “drinking custard,” but we certainly did drink it. Also, we spooned it over baked apples or ate it from a dish. I make it frequently and keep it in that same pitcher.
When my mother died, one of the first things I claimed was a blue crockery pitcher that was always in our Frigidaire, filled with custard. We didn’t call it “drinking custard,” but we certainly did drink it. Also, we spooned it over baked apples or ate it from a dish. I make it frequently and keep it in that same pitcher.