My first memories of eating trifle are sitting on the steps of my grandmother’s house in London, and eating from little plastic Marks & Spencer tubs. The other tradition was at the hotel where my great-uncle was a manager. After dinner we’d run around the lawns like little hooligans, waiting for the adults to finish eating so dessert would be served. It was always fruit trifle and it was the favorite part of the meal: layers of sponge cake soaked in jello (jelly), fruit, custard and cream. But of course, nothing compares to the version made by my mother on special occasions!!
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