Some days I feel a little bit Old-Fashioned. And you know you are Old-Fashioned when you refer to it as just that. Today, it is much “cooler” to call it Old-School. Whatever it is in your vocabulary… some days I slip right in to that “Time Long Ago” Zone. Days Gone Past.
Just this afternoon, I was thinking about Lime Jell-O Molds. There is an awful lot to be said for the jiggly, twitching, fidgety, quivering….. yet…… perfectly formed Jell-O Mold.
You just don’t see them any more. It used to be, you would go to the family picnic and, heck…. there would be three or four Jell-O Molds there. Same with weddings, wakes, card parties, dinner gatherings…. you name it… there were Jell-O molds attending.
It was off the charts good when they would contain fruity surprises, like yummy pineapple. Or, oh my gracious goodness… mandarin oranges! But it went to a whole different level when the mini-marshmallow was introduced. And yet one step further, when those little marshmallows were multicolored…… pastels.
I was amazed, delighted, and astounded with the appearances of such ingenuity, and creative culinary endeavors. I was seven…. and I was sure life just didn’t get any better than that.
“Why Velma…. that is a beautiful mold you brought to the party.”
“Oh golly… thanks Jean. I saw the recipe in the last issue of Better Homes & Gardens, while I was at Doc Prichard’s the other day.”
Ohhhhhh…… the days when you had to go and consult a recipe for the Glorious Jell-o Mold.
It was right up there with Apple Pie, and Chevrolet. Drive-Ins. Poodle Skirts. Two for the price of one. Ovaltine. Code-Rings. And, Flag-Waving. Yes, I was seven. Maybe it really didn’t get any better than that.
Now it seems the innocence of that time has faded. The simplicity of things has been blind-sided by email, text messaging, media blitz, constant digital streams…. resulting in tacky ringtones, bothersome phrases like “24/7” …….and unending You Tube Videos of people doing countless thickheaded things.
You know….I miss Fred Flinstone. Ward Cleaver. My Three Sons. And Bewitched. Oh to twitch my nose, and have a cup of coffee with Gladys Kravitz. Yabba Dabba Do.
…. (heavy sigh)….. …. ……(shuffling footsteps)…….
I’m going out to the kitchen now, and see if I can’t find a good recipe for a Jell-O Mold.
But…was this child the emulation or contrast to Old Fashioned that inspired this entry? I was actually never really fond of jello except when used to make a stawberry, icecream pie with a nut and grahm cracker crust.
Shoot, I had a severe reaction tonight because one of my wife’s friends told her online to make some concoction with Jello in it. It is almost as bad as what people get with peanuts or bee stings. I should have realized it had Jello in it but it had been so long since I had any and with all those marshmallows on top I just thought it was something with meringue. I won’t know for few days if they can save my right foot.
For awhile there I thought my gravestone would say “Killed by Jello”.
Eddie,
It wasn’t so much the taste of them that I loved. It was the aesthetic wonderment… and the sheer originality of construction in those molds…
Those poodle skirts went wild in the kitchen with their Jello-O Molds…..
LOL….. you should have your OWN 368….
Killed by Jello.
Now that is my new venture….
How’s the foot? 🙂
I tell you it is huge, looks like I was bit by a Palmetto Spider:)