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Considering that what I usually do between 5 and 7 is goof around on the computer, read, or watch television, it's sortof amazing how bored I get when he's not home for those two hours. Yesterday I checked my mail, read a book, made and ate some popcorn, paced around the living room, read some more, paced around the kitchen, paced through the dining room...
I finally wound up going back to the kitchen and making jello. I haven't even eaten jello in two years, much less made any. But we had three boxes of jello and one box of pudding in the cupboard, and I couldn't stand the pacing any more.
I even got fancy with it. Instead of cold water, I added ginger ale. Just to see what would happen, really. Jello came out a while back with "sparkling" jello, which you were supposed to make with club soda and it would form with bubbles in it and be sortof, well... sparkly. But the flavors for the sparkling jello were all pretty dubious, and I hate club soda. So I figured, how different could regular jello mix be from the other kind? And ginger ale is bubbly and tastes half-decent.
Well, I guess I was half-right. Either the difference is that ginger ale loses its bubbles faster than club soda, or the sparkling jello really is formulated different, because the jello I made tastes vaguely of ginger ale (Matt and I drink a really strong - almost spicy - ginger ale) but has no bubbles or sparkle to it.
That's all right. It still tastes pretty good.
I'm making stuffed shells for dinner tonight, and we're having Braz, Kris, Jeremy, and Elizabeth over to help us eat them. It started because I noticed we had three - count 'em! - three open bottles of spaghetti sauce in our refrigerator.
The reason we have three open bottles of spaghetti sauce in our 'fridge is because last week, before Braz and Kris moved into their new house, they ate about half their meals at our place, and one night we had spaghetti, and we didn't use all the sauce. So there is about 2/3 of one bottle left that was Matt's and mine (why Kris didn't use it, I don't know) and 1 1/2 bottles of sauce with meat added that Kris made.
Matt and I only have pasta for dinner about once a month. It happens every so often that an open jar of sauce will turn moldy before we get to it. I didn't want that to happen to three bottles. So I suggested to Matt that a quick way to use up the sauce would be for me to make stuffed shells.
Stuffed shells is pretty time-consuming to make, even if it is pretty easy, so we have that even less often than spaghetti, and our usual procedure is to invite some friends over to share it with us and keep one tray back and freeze it for future meals and/or lunches.
So, since it's Braz and Kris' spaghetti sauce (no, really, we had actual fights in the grocery store over who was going to pay for which groceries, even though all the leftovers got left in our 'fridge) we invited them. And since Jeremy and Elizabeth were right there helping them move, we invited them. And since our table only seats six, that was that. Six is about as many people as I want to try to feed at one time, anyway.
I was worried that K.T. and Kevin would feel left out when they found out about it, but given that K.T. just had a tooth pulled, she's probably not up to real food just yet anyway. Not that logic has anything to do with those sorts of feelings. So, K.T., when you read this - you're first on the list for the next one, okay? And you have it in writing. ::grin::
Word of the Day: lese-majeste - a crime against or indignity toward a sovereign power or ruler; a detraction from or affront to dignity or importance (in modern times, often applied sarcastically to minor offenses treated too seriously)
I wonder if any psychological studies have been done on the ways people eat jello. No, really! Stop laughing! It's got to mean something.
Jello is just such weird stuff. It's not really a solid - if you try to chew it up, it offers no appreciable resistance. It feels really weird. But it's not even a very thick liquid, like pudding. If you try to swallow whole cubes or spoonfuls, you're likely to get into trouble. You have to do something to mush it up.
Some people go right ahead and chew it anyway. Some people just take really small spoonfuls. Me, I schluck it through my teeth until it's liquified. Stop making that face! I know I'm not the only one. Yeah, I know it isn't very dignified. That's why I only have jello about once every two years, and never in restaurants or at other people's houses. The lese-majeste of me schlucking my jello between my teeth is just too much for some people to bear.
- The River of Blue Fire by Tad Williams
- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
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