The supervisor is well known for her insistence on cold yellow custard from a white plastic tub, about the size of a small carton of yoghourt, preferably from Ambrosia, the people once better known for tinned rice pudding. Nothing else will do for dessert.
However, presently she is away, so Polly and her friends can please themselves in the matter of custard, at least for the time being.
It so happened yesterday that Grandma had made a dessert which was topped with white custard, made with arrowroot. This last being a sort of tropical potato which has been reduced to a powdered starch. A big cash crop in St. Vincent of the Lesser Antilles. At the expense of the people in Madagascar who grow the vanilla which goes into yellow custard, rather better than the aboriginal stuff which grows in Guatemala.
Anyway, after Grandma and Grandpa had finished with dessert for the day, Polly and her friends boldly stepped into the breach to savour the forbidden delights of white custard. Yuri first as he had his spacesuit on and was better placed to lead the way, better protected in the event of things turning out badly. While Pedro has yet to actually climb into the breach. As it turned out they rather liked it. And they liked the glacé cherries lurking inside the pineapple rings even more.
Baby Bear was not really interested in custard, yellow, white or otherwise, and he spent the entire time watching a large wasp buzzing around the light fitting above.
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