polenta custard

I dreamt that I was with my ex's (MT's) parents. JK was there and so was BK. I think we were on a trip... somewhere unfamiliar and possibly in a motor home or camper of sorts. Maybe even a train. Something that moved and was limited in space and supplies. I was going to cook something for all of them and didn't quite have the recipe down, but it sounded interesting. It was a a polenta dish. It was different in that the polenta served as a crust and then there was a custard in the middle. I don't think it was supposed to be sweet, or overly savory... but more of a comfort food, something bland to go with something more with more flavor, like a Yorkshire pudding or rice.  I was doing something with eggs. Did I put the right amount in? where these whole eggs? whites out of a carton? BK was doing something with salad... she was in the other room and was interested in what I was doing, and giving me space to do it. There were other people there. Younger people, different interests than mine, still experiencing life and travel like it was a new thing, a privileged thing, and they were privileged. His parents were nice. We were getting on and it felt nice to move forward.