My teenaged son just called me cool. If any of you have teenagers, you understand what high praise that is. You are probably wondering what I did to deserve it. Did I buy him booze? Nope. Let a girl stay in his room? Nope.
I made jello.
Actually, I made one of the recipes from an old 1930’s era pamphlet from Royal Jello.
Back when the kids were very young, I made jello more frequently, because it’s inexpensive and “there’s always room for jello!”, but honestly, it’s empty calories that could be used for something better. (like wine.)
However, when thinking over what sort of things I could make from my old booklets, I kept coming back to a gelatin dish of some sort. Nothing too strange, though I’ve had the experience of diving into a delicious looking dessert, only to find myself munching on raw, shredded carrots. That was NOT an experience I wanted my family to share.
It was a pretty big deal when gelatin powders came out. Up until then, it was a tough thing to make. Long hours over a hot stove, boiling animal bones meant that mainly the wealthy, with servants, had the ability to serve it. It was quite elegant to be able to present your guests with a pretty aspic or jelled treat.
In the years following the commercial success of Jell-O, these, once rare dishes were everywhere. Even when I was growing up in the 70’s, it was not a party unless you had a jello dessert and I still make a 7-layer jello for special occasions!
So here’s my lovely Royal Cherry Monticello.
Not as pretty as pictured, through only my own fault, I was rushed for time and incorporated the whipped cream before the gelatin was sufficiently thickened. I actually had to make a thrift store run this morning to get the mold. What modern woman has a bunch of random molds? Well, actually, I do now…
So, long story short, how do you get a teenaged boy to call you “cool”?
Make jello, or come on over here. I have LOTS.
Let me feed you!