A pressed glass jelly mould - how excited was I? I've been waiting to get my hands on one of these for a little while, for many reasons. Not least, the capacity of my offspring to consume jelly and a slight obsession with the feats of Bompass and Parr.
Hubby made the first one - it was not a success. It tasted fine, but refused to unmould. I doubted his reading of the packet and thought he had put too much water in the mix. So I did one. I even consulted the google oracle for advice on freeing my creation (which ranged from greasing the mould lightly, to wetting it before pouring the jelly in and dunking in hot water baths). I should have heard alarm bells ringing when I read the fateful words 'glass moulds can be a little tricky'.
"...If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same..."
No wonder glass jelly moulds are not that uncommon - nobody actually wants them, because they are such a swine to use. But they are pretty. So it can stay.
Unlike other items, which will be tucked away for the next car boot sale - thanks so much for your advice, by the way. It was a surprisingly fun morning, in spite of the early start. Even after sharing my profits with the offspring (who provided the majority of my inventory in outgrown toys, clothes and equipment) I have a nice pile of spending money. Easy to see how going along becomes addictive - I'm mentally pricing all the under-used items in the house! Maybe next year.