Some of us have warm childhood memories of our moms making those colorful Jell-O dishes. It’s nostalgic and sentimental. My Mom would occasionally make red Jell-O with canned fruit cocktail. I didn’t care much for those gross green slimy grapes in that fruit cocktail. It’s not one of those comfort foods from the past that I want to experience again.
After my mom died, I inherited her copy of The New Joys of Jell-O cookbook. Thank goodness for me that she didn’t attempt to make those other scary looking molds and desserts found in that cookbook.
I’m not a big fan of Jell-O, as you can tell. The texture is just plain weird or maybe it’s an association with being sick, hospitals, those church basement ladies or potlucks. I don’t have a phobia of it but it’s more of a dislike. It’s kind of how I feel about mimes and clowns. I avoid them at all cost. But I do have some respect for Jell-O: it was a godsend for Mom in the 1970s so she could feed our family on a limited food budget.
This is the time of the year for family gatherings. I’m sure that some version of a Jell-O creation will find its way onto the table for you to enjoy. Hopefully it won’t be like Aunt Bethany’s green Jell-O mold with cat food on the top.