I love Jello.
Especially sugar free jello when I'm trying to lose a few pounds (which, let's be honest, is all the time). You can eat, like, four boxes of the stuff and still have a ton of calories left over for the day. What a deal, huh?
Now, you may wonder why I picked this as the first topic of my brand new blog, and I'm going to explain. I find that the world is pretty much divided over the Jello issue. There are those of us who love it, who recognize the value of a cool, fruity snack that you can chew, swallow whole, let melt in your mouth into a liquid, or squish between your teeth before you swallow it. All that fun, not to mention the fruityliciousness, for about seventy-five cents a box. That works out to only about twenty cents a serving. In these tough economic times, I'd call that a bargain.
Then, there are those who hate Jello. Of the Jello haters I have known, I find that most of them have some traumatic Jello episode buried deep in their past that has forever scarred their psyche. A trip to the hospital when they were a child, an evil grandmother who forced them to eat Jello instead of ice cream when they spent the night with her, or perhaps an ill-fated food fight in an elementary school cafeteria that ended in an unpleasant trip to the principal's office back in the day when going to the principal's office meant not sitting comfortably for some time to come. But, whatever the reason, Jello haters seem to be as adamant about their stand as we Jello lovers are about ours.
That is why, right off the bat, I felt it necessary to let everyone know where I stand in the great Jello debate. I don't want any Jello haters reading this blog and later finding out I'm a Jello lover. I can't imagine the emotional scars that could leave on a person and frankly, I just don't want to be responsible for that. I also want to make it perfectly clear that all Jello haters, those who are new to the Jello hating process and those who have hated for decades, are welcome here. I may love my Jello, but I realize that not everyone shares my views on this particular topic, and I'm okay with that. It is my goal to create an atmosphere of mutual support and understanding between the two groups and perhaps build a forum where lovers and haters alike can bond together as one.
What a beautiful world that would be.
"an unpleasant trip to the principal's office back in the day when going to the principal's office meant not sitting comfortably for some time to come..."
ReplyDeleteSounds like you have experience with this. I don't. Can you elaborate?
Or was having Jello available during such times necessary to soothe the aching, uh, whatever?
Thanks...
I always knew you were slightly deranged, but could never quite put my finger on why that was.
ReplyDeleteNow, the mystery is solved.
And to be honest, I truly thought you were leading up to say that you "squished" the jello between your TOES not teeth.
But I guess that would say more about ME than you, huh?
Congratulations on your first literary masterpiece. Perhaps you should right a poem to accompany it? Just a thought...
Brit
Thank you for your charming tale about jello. It brought back such pleasant memories of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteAs small boys, my older brother Jimmy Earl and I would wait expectantly in bed wearing our trap door jammies, fighting sleep until mother returned home from her night job. Times were tough and Dad had left us, so Mom worked very hard to keep the family together. No matter how dog tired she was, she always had time to share a delicious bowl of cherry jello with her little men. We didn't have much, but we always had cherry jello, because Mom got all she wanted for free working as a jello wrestler at Big Sammy's Tuck a Buck.
I'm all grown up now with kids of my own, and on those all-to-rare days when I'm off from my job as a clown for hire, I often take a break from working in my crawlspace and share a delicious bowl of cherry jello with my two little ones, Max Cady my boy, and my little girl Ruby Ridge. Jimmy Earl gets cherry jello now once a week, and can expect to get plenty more for another 3-5 years.
By the way, I'd really like to meet you.
Thanks again,
Sam Jr.
Dear Sue F.,
ReplyDeleteAs an avid follower of yours, I would simply like to comment on Sam Jr.'s recent post, and advise you to RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!! The next thing you know, he'll be conducting some weird druid ceremonies with chery jello, hoping to enact some bizarre love spell or something.
(Nothing personal, Sam Jr., I swear... now about that lock of my hair you still have...)
Brit