Thumbs up?

Well, it was the last night of the dance classes recently and everyone brought along a home-made dish. As I only make one dish well, it had to be ‘the crumble’ but this time I thought I would do some custard as well. The dancers were already familiar with the crumble set up as I had brought one in before but they peered suspiciously at the seemingly gloopy yellow mixture duly proferred for their sampling. Is it savoury? someone asked edging away from it endeavouring to keep a safe distance. What are the ingredients? another one asked to which I was unable to answer. Err, just powder and milk, which really, if you think about it, isn’t a particularly satisfactory answer. Do you drink it… and so on went the questions from the confused melee assembled before me. I dolloped each crumble portion with a good helping of the prize custard and handed it out to the reticent diners and waited. They munched and crunched and slurped and chewed with the result that. opinions were divided. A few went back just for a helping of more custard while others separated out the crumble from the custard, leaving the latter forlornly on the side of the plate with a definite thumbs down. Next time I think I will bring in a toad-in-the-hole but won’t translate literally the name of the dish before they try it as I wouldn’t want to put them off.