This in me

A plate of me out to the learning.
A piece of me sewn into their clothes.
My words...
Electric custard.
The very centre of me boiled down
and given in drops.
Me as a mustard spread,
Mildly picante.
Me as food crops
sustaining the village of fans.
Yes that´s me in the pan,
Caprichious oil, curdling dream pops.
All me ageless like a god, like salt.
And this in me I give, wheat barley and malt.
As if a bear, my paws write with the blood
of my fained prey and his stained liver.
Make a link between the way I make you think
as you sive between all this in me
and that, that I really give.