At the Thanksgiving table of my childhood*, this was the main event for me. It’s the only Jell-O I (Amelia) have ever liked, and it comes from packages. But, friends, these are Chanel packages. The sweetness of this gelatin-borne wonder is soft and inviting, with whipped cream licking its raspberry-studded top. I can only eat this on Thanksgiving; I refuse to treat it as anything but a special occasion.
Sam discovered the ancestor of this recipe several years ago in Yotam Ottolenghi’s Jerusalem. We’ve simplified it A LOT since then. We have also changed some ingredients, and we love it. In fact, we prefer it to the original version. We love the flavors. We love that it’s exceptionally beautiful. We wanted you to have it now, so you had time to consider it for your holiday tables.
