As I’m almost 40, I thought that I’d pretty much settled on what I like and dislike. I don’t mean new experiences, like visiting China, but the everyday, mundane stuff, like soft drinks.
Living close to a Chinese supermarket in Edinburgh, I was certainly aware that there was a whole world of Asian soft drinks that I hadn’t experienced. I’d tried a few, usually as part of some card-game forfeit, and roundly decided that, as far as cold soft drinks go, I like what I know and I know what I like. As long as it’s fruity (not necessarily identifiably fruity) and sweet, then I’m happy.
I just can’t get enough of this stuff. It looks like ordinary grape juice but it’s got a delicious surprise – jelly. Sweet, fruity jelly too, not jellied badger toes like some Chinese drinks seem to contain.
“So what?” you might be thinking. I’ll say it again – it’s got jelly in it! JELLY!!
Perhaps I’m getting too excited. But you have to understand, I really like this drink. If you see it, you have to try it. But be careful, pick the wrong bottle and you might get The Wrong Jelly (jellied chicken beak?).