AVOURY jelly. For some, a wobbling vision of edible hell, the very essence of fleshy malaise. For others, a tremulous delight, as delicate as it is pellucid, invalid food made majestic. But whatever your view, these jellies remain a resolutely adult affair. I still remember the dread of the Sunday night prep-school pork pie, a mean mini monolith, made all the worse by that thin layer of gloop stuck between gristly flesh and greasy pastry. It was not so much dislike as a visceral, textural terror, made all the worse by
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly
May 08, 2024
3 minutes
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