It was one of those days, I just needed some rhubarb and custard. I adored it as a child, usually a huge bowl of rhubarb and a decent dollop of custard on top. Today I reversed that with a bowl of homemade coconut custard and some poached Yorkshire rhubarb on top. Because I can, and because the custard was gorgeous.
Rhubarb and custard whisks me to childhood with every bite. I loved custard, usually whipped from Bird’s powder or ushered from a carton (no judgement – I loved it). Then in school, with the advance of compulsory Home Economics lessons (I do believe that every school should have them) I discovered real custard. Made slowly over gentle heat. Pouring custard, baked custard, and baked apples with custard. Eyes wide open, eggs, sugar and milk in gorgeous alchemy. I have been hooked ever since.