It's like ice cream only not as cold or hard

Did Ed ask for white sausages because he didn't want blood sausages, or because he wanted to tear the sausage open and eat the gutswhile secretly pretending to be a dinosaur? This is truly a question for the ages.

This burst of idiocy is brought to you by my recent attempts to craft a magnificent Bavarian cream in my own household. I have no less than two Japanese recipes for this, and I've meant to try it for a long time. Today was my second attempt. I think I did remarkably well until I got water in it while trying to cool the egg yolk mixture. It still tastes creamy, but the extra liquid makes it only slightly more wobbly than yesterday's slouchy attempt. This is a problem because at this texture, it's a little too much like eating soft, melty gobs of fat. Yeah, it really is that delicious, and it really is that frightening. I'm already at the wrong time of month for feeling thin.

Oh, and this connects to sausages because I researched Bavarian cream on Wikipedia, just to make sure my recipes weren't bastardized Japanese concoctions, and then I looked up pudding, and then I found sausages and blood pudding...

I'm not sure if I'm going to have a third attempt. I am very likely to make the texture right this time, but the fact of the matter is that I am fucking scared of eating any more.