The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.
That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.
The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.
That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.
Everything about jello is off. The texture, the look, the taste, not to mention what it’s made from.
Jells?
Is that some new slang for bones?
If it is, pls credit me in a footnote
I just read it like you bit down on the fork and now my front teeth hurt.
Ugh, sorry!