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I made my first jello salad today complete with suspended fruit. I felt like a lunch lady from my elementary school days in the cafeteria.
I kinda liked it.
I had a watermelon jello salad recipe that sounded interesting and we were having a gathering at my mother’s house, so I decided to try it. The interesting thing about it was that it called for the juice of a watermelon. As in, I was supposed to juice a watermelon. Watermelons, as with everything else under the sun, cost an arm and a leg these days. I wasn’t about to spend eight dollars and make a huge mess just to get watermelon juice.
So, I did what any good lunch lady would do. I improvised.
I searched high and low for watermelon jello. I know there is such a thing, but I couldn’t find it. Frustrating. I made do with cherry. Close enough, right?
I mixed it with two cups of hot water and two cups of cold white grape juice. Then, I added one cup of white grapes that I had halved and one sliced peach. I stuck the half-done salad in the frig until it set.
Now, I pride myself of going out on a limb food wise. I like to try new stuff whenever possible. This recipe-a whole new set of weird.
Before we left today for the lunch with family, I piled my jello with crumbled feta and mint leaves. It was really pretty, if I do say so myself. I felt pretty confident about my first ever jello salad.
Welp, here comes the sad part. We got there, and everyone kept talking about the jello. I was thinking how cool my fancy jello must be.
“Look, Billy! Jello!” I thought my jello salad and I were the stuff.
Until I fixed my plate, and I saw my jello. Maybe two servings of it were gone.
Yep, my jello wasn’t cool at all.
Unfortunately (for me at least), I wasn’t the only one to bring jello. My uncle’s wife also made jello salad. Hers also had suspended fruit. Hers, however, did not have weird cheese and chopped herbs on top. I also would guess that she did not have to contemplate juicing a watermelon for hers. Her topping? Reddi-whip in a can.
Simple. And everyone loved it.
My poor, miserable, barely touched jello went home with me. I shot it down the disposal in a sad flourish.
Turns out that I would make a terrible lunch lady.
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