Custard Power
I think that my son and I are truly embarrassing.
I picked him up from college this evening and asked what he had been up to today. He described having lashings of sweet vanilla soufflés and how to stack sweet biscuits and glug them together with custard and "crème anglaise".
I asked what was in crème anglaise.
He replied that it consisted of egg yolks, sugar and milk.
I said that sounded like custard (which it is) to which he replied that it was crème anglaise (which it is too).

So the pair of us wind the windows down and carol down the road home at the top of our voices, with me trilling on about "Custard!" and him in this marvellous baritone that suddenly appeared from somewhere serenading back about "Crème Anglaise!"

By the time we got home we were absolutely breathless from the giggles ... and it was just … nice!
So I thought I would share it while I try to work out where this wonderful baritone voice of his had come from (I suspect his Granddad *twinkle*)

Out My Window
I have a lovely view out of my kitchen window across a bit of public open paddock with some lovely trees where a murder of crows, a molestation of magpies live and a hysteria of kookaburras. There is a regular procession of interesting individuals that cross it. Dogs on morning walks with their owners on a leash or occasionally off the leash; Small hordes of boys committing warfare on the redoubt of the ditch’s embankments; Horses practicing dressage or trotting in big circles dragging the modern equivalent of ancient Rome’s racing chariot; Lanky lads on skateboards purfle (§) the roads around my bit of paddock and birds of many shapes and sizes starting to sing their little hearts out and court each other as the weather gets warmer and Spring starts to, well, spring.

This morning I spotted a variation on the theme on dog walking. It must be something in the air, I think.
First there was the low rumble of a huge 4-wheel drive driving in circles at low speed. On looking out of the window wondering if it was something the local council was doing to maintain my view (kind chaps that they are) I realised that it was a new way to walk a dog … leading out of the driver’s window was a very long length of leash at the end of which was a HUGE beast that would have easily masqueraded as a small pony, galloping happily, tongue lolling, by the side of the vehicle.
Later I was on the way back from a quick trip to the shops (why does the toilet paper always run out the day before one is due to go shopping * sigh *) when I spotted two of the lanky lads on skateboards taking a similar approach to walking their smaller canine friends. There is nothing so funny looking as a dog with a grin on its face racing ahead with his owner being towed on his skateboard. It may not be something condoned by the RSPCA as being “safe”, but those dogs this morning were definitely enjoying themselves!

§ Purfle \PER-ful\ (verb) : to ornament the border or edges of
Today we use "purfle" mostly in reference to setting a decorative inlaid border around the body of a guitar or violin, a process known as "purfling." In the past, "purfle" got the most use in connection with adornment of garments. English was embellished with "purfle," first as "purfilen" in the 1300s, when its meaning was taken from Middle French "porfiler." Related to "purfle" is "filigree," which is used as a noun for ornamental work made of fine wire, and also as a verb meaning "to adorn with filigree." "Purfle" and "filigree" share the Latin source "filum," which means "thread."