Throwback of the House: The Bombs Wobbling in Air
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With its handy system of indicating age-appropriateness of recipes, 1977's Amazing Magical Jell-O Desserts seemed to solve a bunch of our problems. It would give my kid something new and exciting to do, and in the process she'd be making her own damn snack, leaving me time for important grown-up tasks, such as starting fights on Twitter.
Except who lets a kindergartener do the boiling water phase of the Jell-O? That's unacceptable, even by my lax parenting morals. I made the Jell-O. She probably doesn't have the dexterity for banana-balancing. I did that, too. Which means I made the entire thing.
Except I used an insulated cup, making it impossible to unmold the outer edges with warm water. By the time I chiseled it out, it looked like the bomb had already detonated. So easy a kid can do it, my ass. I went to culinary school and couldn't make this work.
I went back to bed.
Robin Wheeler writes the blog Poppy Mom. After years of making and eating fancy food, Robin is sick of it all. She's returning to the basics: recipes that haven't surfaced in three decades. She reports on the results for Gut Check every Tuesday.