Jelly is almost always associated with children's parties but it's too good to be exclusively for youngsters.
Our friends Rob and Angela understand this. To round off a family Sunday lunch recently, Angela served a shimmering dome of glorious jelly, its curved shoulders wobbling as if it were chuckling in self-congratulation for sporting three fruity, coloured layers. Only the stony-hearted could see a jelly and not feel a jolt of childish happiness.
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