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I made Jello tonight. For the first time in my life.

It's not the Jello of my youth, because it's lacking in canned "fruit cocktail." (My mother was a serious cook, and therefore never employed mini marshmallows.) It does have canned pears and banana slices, though.

It would never have occurred to me to make Jello, except that Alex suggested that she could bring some to school to share with the friends on her birthday. When I expressed surprise, she and Michael both informed me that they like Jello. I never knew. So we bought some, and then Michael got sick and it seemed that it would be a kindness to make something that would slip easily down his sore throat.

So, Jello. In our fridge. But I swear I draw the line well before Chef Boy-Ar-Dee canned ravioli.

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[beckyzoole.livejournal.com]

My mother would never get Chef Boyardee products when I was a kid. I loved the taste of the forbidden fruit, though, and when I was in kindergarten frequently wrangled lunch invitations to Richie Rhinesburger's house. His mom served Spaghettios! And Velveeta cheese sandwiches! Yum!!

To this day, Spaghettios and melted Velveeta sandwiches are a comfort food for me. And Jello is lovely.