We were in a rush last night – caught in a jam on our way home from a walk – so the pudding we ought to have brought to my aunt’s house was swiftly downgraded to a packet of jelly. That didn’t make it lesser though, let’s be clear. This jelly was pretty exciting: mango crystals, from a halal shop near my Ma’s house. Vegetarian, of course, produced in Pakistan by a company called Ahmed.
It’s been too long since I had jelly. Way too long. The last time I think I was ill, and it was set for me by Ma in a Care Bear mould. If only that happened every time I had the lurgy. It’d give that murky cloud a silver lining, that’s for sure…
Anyway, last night, we cracked open a tin of mangoes too – a very bright idea of Ma’s. We used some of the syrup to boil up the jelly, then poured it all over some chopped mango pieces. It. Smelt. Fab.
With a train to catch and a roast to eat first, I wasn’t quite sure we would get to dessert (and yes, I admit, I panicked). Fate was on my side, however: it set within half an hour, still slightly warm but as firm as a horse’s arse-cheek.
Topped up with a scoop of Haagen Dazs, nostalgia wobbled down my throat. Why save this for children’s birthdays, I wondered? Truly, it’s a kingly pud: great to look at; to prod and chomp. And as long as you can boil water, you can make up a batch in moments.
Sadly, I only had two minutes to enjoy the fun. But lucky for me, the combo’s so smooth you can swallow it whole if needs be.
I managed to scoff two portions. And had luminous daydreams all the way home.