50’s and 60’s harvesting the “finest” aspics (with their suspensions of belief and bananas) that AGF marketing science could foist.
And you had to be careful where it went on your plate. Next to the mashed potatoes it would melt and send green or purple syrup into the peas. I’d eat that first to avoid the “rundown” and the parental units thought I just adored it. “Bleah” is apt.
