Apparently I’m “cool”.

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.

37041474_10212691932919325_4148330566984400896_n

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!

 

 

 

Confessions of a Cheapskate

The Age of the Shopping Mall is over.  Long live resale!  Guys, I will be totally upfront and honest with you here.  I was your stereotypical 80’s teen. Me young I had big hair and no one spent more time in the local mall than I did, but you know…somewhere along the way, I realized that the latest new thing did not bring me much pleasure.  Worse than that, it brought me bills!   The problem was, I LIKE lots of cooking utensils and I like lots of clothes (usually because I go UP and down in weight, due to the fact that I enjoy my own cooking!), so how does one get her shopping and cooking fix satisfied without killing your wallet?

The Resale Store.

Most of us have one in our neck of the woods.  Be it a Goodwill or a church-run organization, these are gold mines, filled with treasure.  Now in full disclosure, I volunteer at one of these, Community Threads so, of course, I’m going to be hyped about them.   However, the reason I decided to volunteer in the first place was that I was a customer first!

The resale shopper does so much good for her community.  First and foremost, many of these give jobs and money to worthy causes. Next, you will be able to save your self so much money, if you tell yourself that the next time you need something, you will check the thrift stores first, before buying new.  I found my beloved pasta maker  in its box, brand new for 20 dollars, saving me 40 dollars if I had bought it new!

Lastly, I will tell you right now that I love the abundance that we have in America, don’t ever doubt me, but working resale and seeing the vast amounts of things that are donated on a daily basis, makes me think twice about buying new.  I am stunned at how many things are purchased and then discarded.  I hate the waste with a passion.  It’s also a bit sad that grandma’s vintage linens are so unloved and unwanted that they end up at our store for 50 cents a piece.   Those linens?  I bought them, washed and ironed them and as you see, they are beautiful.36671347_10212655711013800_8358090556554870784_n

Do the whole world, including your bank account a HUGE favor, kill the mall, buy used, my darlings.  Then come on over and show me all your neat finds and we can chat over a slice of banana bread and some coffee.  As always,

Let me feed you.