Ok, that doesn't look very appetizing. It kind of looks like vomit, or maybe a pizza that used clam chowder instead of crust. The burnt edges stink. But you know what it tastes like? Pudding. Hot, delicious pudding. Vanilla pudding, to be precise, with half-cooked chocolate chip cookies taking the place of those booger-y tapioca balls old people like.
And it's delicious. I ate the whole thing, and you know what? It's gonna happen again. As soon as my wife goes out of town. She hates burnt milk stank.