And speaking of hippo foot jelly, as we were, this image just surfaced from the depths of the interwebs:
It’s lamb rather than hippo, but as I often say, I think that losing our taste for aspic has been a huge detriment to western civilization. But who listens to me? Of course when you think of jelly you think of Bompas and Parr, who used to be known as jellymongers, but are now described as “the leading expert in multi-sensory experience design.”
I read this on a leaflet accompanying an exhibition in the crypt of St Johns, Bethnal Green, titled The Scent of Other Worlds, sculptures by Lucy Hardcastle, smells by Design in Scent, and the whole thing sponsored by Virgin, designed to give you a sniff of what other planets in the universe might smell like. Mars was my favorite:
There was no jelly at the opening party but there were cosmopolitans that came in plastic pouches, like space cocktails, I suppose. And when I got back home, I found that his image had surfaced too.
There’s more that one way to jelly your lamb.
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