Last night found me at my parents' house for Sunday dinner. I hadn't been asked to bring anything (nor did I ask if I could bring anything), but I decided, "What the hay? I'll make a Jello salad." Even if you're no longer a practicing Protestant-type of any stripe, you can't get Jello out of your DNA. All those church dinners and family reunions embed markers of that gelatinous junk on your double-helix. The result is, you crave it occasionally, but not often.
And... remember my post from a couple of week's ago about the toilet on my dining room table (a.k.a.: the new pet bowl I'd purchased for the family dog)? Remember everyone's fabulous suggestion for foods one could serve in it? Well, I decided to combine said bowl with aforementioned Jello salad and voila! I wasn't able to find blue Jello, a la "Tidy Bowl", so I ended up going with peach-flavored Jello and fresh peaches. (I know, I know. It's a blatant shame to waste good peaches this way, but like I said, some things just can't be purged from the ol' DNA.)
So, without further a-doo-doo, I give you: JELLO POTS!
P.S. In case you're wondering, after we finished eating the Jello, I washed out the bowl and the dog is now using it.