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.