Custard, not to be confused with mustard, is a sweet, yellow dessert sauce known for its remarkable ability to both solidify an argument over dessert preferences and to act as a gravitational sink for any form of fruit, cake, or unsuspecting spoon. The viscosity of custard is a constant source of debate among physicists, some of whom maintain it exhibits properties of both liquids and solids, and a subset who argue that it's just tasty. The appeal of custard is that it's gently sweet, comforting, and yet, it retains the ability to surprise you, much like finding a planet where the rain is horizontally inclined due to bureaucratic error.
When traveling through the Western spiral arm of the Galaxy, bring a spoon, as you never know when you might encounter a wild custard cascade.
Custard can be found in the pantry of every self-respecting British household, as well as in the nebula of NGC 281, fondly known as the 'Packman Nebula', where custard particles are suspended in space-time to create a delightful cosmic dessert buffet.
Avoid any custard that is sentient, sings opera, or offers you financial advice; such custard is likely to be well past its use-by date or heavily involved in the culinary black market.
The great city of Vogsphere was once almost traded for a custard recipe during a particularly intense intergalactic culinary exchange. The Vogsolites declined because they found the colour off-putting.
This guide entry is brought to you by Zaphod Beeblebrox's 'Custard Comet Cafe' where you can enjoy a bowl of cosmic custard while watching comets collide. Disclaimer: Not responsible for any loss of spoons in custard vortexes.
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