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It was too perfect to touch

It is a blancmange or ‘white eat’. Nobody at the party touched it. I think it was too intimidating.

Do we have that? I know we have jelly molds. My grandmother used to put peas and carrots in Jell-O. I have trust issues.

My grandmother was an early champion of vitamins. She latched onto them before anybody. If you sat next to her at the table, she would stare off in the middle distance and gently nudge healthy dishes in your direction while whistling tunelessly.

The weather is absolutely vile today and I’m sulking.

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Comment from skandia recluse
Time: November 18, 2024, 9:43 pm

ok … so what does it taste like?


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 18, 2024, 10:53 pm

We once made a pesto cheese torte that was like that.
Awesome flavor, but it took forever for anyone to “spoil” the look.

And then poof, it was gone.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: November 18, 2024, 11:32 pm

Perhaps the partygoers eschewed the blancmange because they didn’t want to see any more Scotsmen winning at Wimbledon.

(That’s a very obscure Monte Python reference, so if you’re not a fan don’t worry about it.)

(And please overlook my being chuffed at the use of “eschewed” in this context. It’s a weakness of mine.)


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: November 18, 2024, 11:45 pm

Who wants to be the one to tell Nana1 that she entered her latest DeadPool selection in the wrong thread?

Because “No DeadPool Tag”…


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 19, 2024, 2:09 am

Uncle Al –
“They mean to win Wimbeldon!”

“Och, but Angus! Ye ken the Scots kannah play the tennis to save their lives!”

And my favorite….
“You see, people don’t just turn into Scotsman!”


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: November 19, 2024, 2:27 am

I might be a candidate for a pretty molded blancmange! I can’t eat anything with food dye in it, so a blancmange might be a nice alternative.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: November 19, 2024, 1:58 pm

Never heard of it, as far as I remember…. I’m drawing a blanc…


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 19, 2024, 6:07 pm

Shit! Did I leave off the tag again? 🙁

Dunno how it tasted. I didn’t want to spoil it neither.


Comment from blake (buy my books!)
Time: November 25, 2024, 7:52 pm

My great-grandmother used to get people who’d been sent out west for the air (i.e., to die of tuberculosis) and cure them. None of us know what the cure was, except that it involved a lot of citrus fruit.

She did this for some years until the local medical association threatened to throw her in jail.

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