When you have a few (who am I kidding) vintage jelly moulds you'd better also have a child that isn't averse to eating jelly. Unless you only use them for decoration; but I like to try them out as well. Other than a tiny bit at the front that stuck, this one was most successful, possibly a little more patience would have helped.
Old moulds like this often won't stand level, and I have a cunning solution to that. I jammed this one into a large gravy boat, with a kitchen roll buffer to prevent scratching.
I don't know who designed these moulds but they are a bit on the odd side. The strange rippling on the back adds a prehistoric exoskeleton touch, while the feet are a little too rat-like for comfort. But I suppose you're not meant to scrutinise these things too deeply.
I'm not mad keen on aluminium, the mess it makes of tea towels and the gritty texture. Do you remember the big scare over aluminium pans and the fear that they were causing some forms of dementia? I suspect you'd have to eat a few pans before it became much of a threat.
Some baking is in order today, I think.
