I say

Custard has a number of uses outside the cooking world. Apply three thin layers separated by wax paper to the concierge desk at your exclusive bed and breakfast for a delightfully odiferous reservation-refusing experience. Pour into plastic pink bottles, pass out antique '50s wire antennas to the kids, and voila, you'll have big custard bubbles blowing in the breeze at your next dime-ticket church festival. Or, sprinkle some dried custard on all your foldin' money, and a magical sprite will bless you with ten buckets-full of myths 'n legends. That's sweeter than a sticky bun. Mwah.