Jelly – most remember it as a favourite childhood treat, the perennial staple of any celebration. Otherwise, it makes for a great go-to snack on midnight refrigerator raids, or as an outlet to ponder nihilism. Wobbly like our emotions, soft like the hands of a first crush, sweet like a family gathering […]
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Molecular Gastronomy – Jelly Edition
By Oviya
You’ve probably had flavoured jelly growing up. The dynamic, jiggly dessert that comes in multitudes of pure flavours and bright colours, to many of us, now remains source of a much needed daily dose of sugar, or a remembrance of our fond childhood memories. As such, it might be a bit of a stretch to believe that this basic tea-time snack can be elevated to a position where it frequently features in numerous Michelin starred restaurants around the world. […]
jelly – a history
by janani
Jelly is something everyone can enjoy. Tasteless, yet soothing. Transparent, yet colourful. Its familiar taste and texture invokes nostalgia in everyone’s mouths. Here, however, we look into how it all began.
Before jelly was widely […]
family gathering
by clarisse
Pay no heed to the clamour
Towards his cousin’s wedded glamour
Winking under buzzing lights
It’s really not so much a sight
Matchless to the plates of gleaming gems […]
jellyfish
by cayden
I run to the swanky restaurant,
My dad’s words in my head.
“We’re having a fancy reunion dinner tonight.”
I lick my lips at the thought […]
neat(ly)
by borong
chunks
sitting undisturbed […]
Of Jelly
by Sean
I’m writing this at 12 am
Procrastinating fool I am
My mind is blocked, it’s feeling jammed
I want a cup of jelly […]
jelly – yet yet another poem
by debraath
Our mind can be
Compared to jelly.
It is flexible but
Limited and constrained at the same time.
We are free to think whatever we want,
But we must think in a proper way. […]
jelly – yet another poem
by shina My legs are jelly, Quivering and unsteady. My arms lie useless by my side […]
jelly – another poem
by cherry
the first thing i do
in the morning
is to scan the classroom,
my pupils shifting left to right […]