The Suitcase Lady

Jello

August 28, 2011, 9:55 pm

I have never understood Jello. How can anything made out of water, sugar, food coloring and boiled bones, skin and cartilage be called salad? Isn’t salad leafy greens, veggies or fruit?

Jello doesn’t make it as dessert, either. If given the choice of pecan pie, ice cream, cake or Jello, only a masochist would pick Jello. The above list is like the intelligence test that asks “Which item doesn’t belong in this group?”

I do however, have a fondness for Jello: I just don’t like it as food.Because of its beauty, Jello has enormous potential as an art media. Can’t you picture an art gallery full of molded, towering, brilliantly colored Jello assemblages? That would be the ultimate pop art: it could be enjoyed and then eaten by those who own the cookbook,”The Joys of Jello”.

Jello is also handy in science classes. I explain paleontology to elementary school students by having them imagine a Jello and fruit cocktail mold. I simply say, “Digging up dinosaur bones is like trying to get the fruit out of the Jello.”

My final use for Jello is crowd control. When working with rambunctious young children, try the following command: “Everybody freeze! Now, pretend you’re a giant Jello in a windstorm.” That gets those wiggles out every time.


2 Comments for this entry

  • eve robillard

    Dearest Mary–Gosh, I wish I’d have known that little
    trick back in my Miss Eve days. But I’ll try to do the jellow thing myself, to see how it feels! You
    are a genius! evie

  • Jenny

    Ha! Reminds me of when my daughter Lucie went to a funeral lunch without me, she was about 3 at the time. I asked her later if she had behaved and ate her lunch. She replied, with a look of horror, “They tried to make me eat JELLO!” Smart kid, even then.