100WC Week 5 - Magical Custard

The children ambled on, scared, exhausted and starving. They were following an amazing smell. Suddenly they came across the enormous bowl, a giant sized bowl.

The custard tasted like strawberries and marshmallows all rolled in to one. It was a soft, sticky liquid with a light, airy constancy. It tasted of whatever they desired, it seemed too good to be true after the starvation of the last 24 hours, while they had been lost and wandering. Terry ate the custard using the long, unusual spoon.

“Is it a trap, who lives here, can custard really taste of all our favourite things?”

100WC Week 5 - The Dinner Party

I was starting to regret holding a dinner party. I was already on my second attempt of the main course. Who would want to eat dry, tough pork? I took out my expensive serving plate, it was a gold, bone china platter with an oriental garden design, which only came out on special occasions and as I wanted to make an impression, this was one of them. Time for dessert. Strawberry trifle. This was the first time I had attempted custard, but how difficult could it be? I tasted it....
"Oh no, I don't believe this is happening!"
The custard tasted like scrambled eggs!!!

100WC Week 5 - Lumpy Gloop

Every Sunday my Nan would make her sweet hot custard with a smooth silky texture, the custard tasted like heaven on a spoon. I decided I would try my hand at making it.
"How hard could it be" I said to myself.

I went for it and actually surprised myself, it looked good! However my sense of achievement soon turned to disappointment; within a few moments my custard had become a thick, lumpy gloop with an unsightly, elastic skin,

"I'm not eating that" exclaimed my daughter, and I couldn't blame her, the only place my 'custard' was going was in the bin!

100WC Week 5 - I'm Not Eating That!

Gingerly mum placed the piping hot, steaming, bowl onto the table. As she nervously edged herself away she winced, just as she had anticipated, the ear piercing screams began!

“I don’t want it, I don’t like it and I’m not eating that!” declared Precious with as much venom as she could muster. Her chubby, clenched fists with strength and determination descended into the custard. Shocked and astounded mum with clamped, gritted teeth reeled. Before she could speak, Precious had stuck out her tongue as the oozing liquid dripped off her nose. 

To her surprise, the custard tasted like nothing she had ever tasted before.

100WC Week 5 - The Best Ever

Frantically I ran down the cold, dark corridor as I heard a scream from the canteen! Forcefully, I pushed open the doors. Standing in the kitchen, her hands in the air, the cook screeched,

“It’s perfect, my chocolate cake is perfect! It’s got gooey custard inside.” Pausing, she smiled at me and said, “Go on taste it!”

Slowly I took a bite… thick creamy, custard oozing over moist, chocolate sponge. Like liquid gold sliding down my throat, I savoured the moment. The custard tasted like…a little piece of heaven.

“So how was it?” The cook asked pleadingly.

“The best I’ve ever tasted.” I replied.

100WC Week 4 - The Remote

Frustrated, irritated, maddened, I put the remote down and went into the kitchen. Who had taken the batteries? Someone in my house was always ‘borrowing’ the remote’s batteries for other devices (I had a sneaking suspicion that it was probably my brother, who is a total geek and has millions of gadgets).
After rummaging through the kitchen drawer, where all the items that didn’t have a home lived, I finally found what I was looking for. Returning to the living room, I picked up the remote. But when I put the batteries in, it sucked me into the television screen…

100WC Week 4 - Sam's Birthday

It was Sams birthday (7th birthday) a big deal for myself and my wife. We knew exactly what he wanted, he went on and on about this new flashy car. He would tell me endlessly how it lit up in the dark, could whiz round corners or turn round by itself. I think I was more excited to give him the car than he was, the moment came.

The birthday cake had been eaten and we gathered round Sam with his presents. He grabbed ours and ripped through the paper, a wide grin appeared across his face but when I went to put the batteries in I realised I had got the wrong ones.