Good custard, when prepared expertly, can be either transcendent or terrible, as the weight of a good custard is but a caress upon the tongue, one that coats but isn't grainy, a slip of sweetness without being cloying, light yet rich with velvety texture, all of which contains the secret to its enchantment.
Some time ago I wrote a blog concerning sex and menopause. Comments in response to that blog ran the gamut. Some women expressed frustration with their bodies. Some felt betrayed by their husbands or partners now that their physical appearance had changed. And still others were blissfully happy that they had ended (by choice) their own sexual chapter and were looking forward to using their energy in other areas such as work, family and friends.