Here at Le Petit Hogwarts there have been strange goings on. Not only have milk, sugar and eggs miraculously turned into a sublime, velvety creme anglaise but that same milk has been fed to a white granular organism which in turn has quietly produced an excellent sharp yoghourt over night. I have got through life so far without succumbing to the wiles of the temptress custard. She always seemed rather dull and thick skinned. The custard/creme anglaise created last night was a horse of a different colour. Black as night, white as a sheet, purple with rage, green with envy – it’s time for yellow as custard to join this pantheon of colour driven similes and metaphors. This elixir of whole milk, eggs warm from the run and organic sugar did the business at dinner last night with a warm pear and almond tart.