Well, at least I got one of those right.
Let's start with the eggshells. I bought an egg cutter (against all instinct, because I thought I would be terrible at cutting eggshells). The stupid, stupid thing did not work (what a waste of $10!) But, I was right about the eggshells: I AM terrible at cutting them.
The finished dish:
The chip is standing! At least it did for a minute - it quickly wilted in the sauce/custard. Eating it... well, lets just say this is the 'playfulness' in this meal. I served them in these shotglasses (sake glasses?) I found when unpacking hubby's old high school pottery he made that had been boxed up for at least a decade. Innocent high school times, i'm sure. And to go with pottery shotglasses? Baby spoons. The only thing I could find that actually fit into the eggshells. Well, I found one espresso spoon, which husband used, because he said there was 'absolutely no way' he was eating off a baby spoon. Marked contrast to one male guest who told us about how he used to eat baby bananas and HIDE THE JARS and how eating off a baby spoon brought back memories. Hilarious things that come out when you have co-workers over for dinner.
I think the fact that I talked about the container and spoon for so long tells how I felt about the custard. I mean, it wasn't bad. But it wasn't my favorite. I was disappointed, after admiring the picture for so long. With so few disappointments so far, though, it only seems fitting that something wouldn't be the most amazing thing ever.