Poetry with caramel

I made a slightly wobbly , runny but nevertheless nice tasting caramel custard for dessert yesterday. Since the caramel decided to swirl around , it could be poetry. :-)
The idea is, we eat it through the week for our post-dinner sugar hit; this, so that we aren't left craving- binging dessert over weekend. More so cos' gym don't happen over weekend.

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Anyhow, I am seriously contemplating getting me a conventional oven for bakin' and grillin'.
Two years ago, I never thought I'd ever look beyond a microwave for the cooking or the lack of it that (un)happens in our life.
But well, stuff happens and then it doesn't!