Hot doesn't come to describe the summer of Hong Kong. The muggy weather makes sane persons murderous and easily turns any murderous lunatics into serial killers.
To palliate the stifling heat and to keep me sane, my mom used to make Robertsons' jelly.
By chance I found them still stocked in a Hong Kong supermarket. Can you even not like it? I don't think you can even if you try. Look at that cartoon strawberry jovial smile, it harks back to an innocent time when summer was lazy and idyllic at least in memory and when artificial ingredients or sugar or gluten were of no particular concern to anybody. I particularly like the good old Hong Kong translation of the word strawberry. It is idiosyncratic and uniquely Hong Kong. Please do not change Robertsons.
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