Fiona Maynard
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Fiona Maynard
@fiona39
Mother of teenagers and primary headteacher. Excellent multi-tasker, through necessity rather than choice 🙃

















Every British school dinner between 1944 and 1980 ended with custard. Real custard. Made in a steel jug the size of a small child. Whole milk, double cream, egg yolks from the school kitchen, a vanilla pod if the dinner ladies were feeling generous, sugar, cornflour. Heated until it coated the back of a wooden spoon. A skin formed on the top by the time it reached the dining hall. Poured over a sponge pudding, a slice of treacle tart, a wedge of apple crumble, a spoonful of jam roly-poly, the flat brown thing called Manchester tart that nobody could quite explain. The custard was the point. The dessert beneath it was a vehicle. The skin on top was either fought over or refused, depending on the child. There was no middle ground. Whole tribal allegiances among nine-year-olds were determined by the custard skin question. By 2010 most British school custards came from a powdered packet, mixed with hot water, containing modified maize starch, palm oil, emulsifier, colour, and a flavour described on the label as "vanilla flavouring (vegetarian)". It does not form a skin. The skin was the egg yolk and the cream coagulating at the surface as the custard cooled. The packet does not contain either. An entire generation of British children has now grown up without the dinner-hall ritual of arguing about whether the skin is the best part or the worst. The argument has been resolved by removing the cause of it. The recipe is six ingredients. The pan is in the cupboard. Try it on Sunday.


















