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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Gelatin-based anything was a status symbol for a long, long time. It was usually the bastion of the upper classes, but once they figured out how to mass produce gelatin in a dried form, well shiiiit, suddenly everyone could get in on the action. And much like any luxury item that suddenly becomes a Walmart staple, the upper classes reject the hell out of it until it becomes a marker of someone out of touch.