Could it be possible that I made two batches of rainbow jello, have eaten most of both, and STILL love it? I think I'm a weirdo. (duh?) You see, it’s kind of like the “graveyard” of jello. You know, “graveyards.” Those drinks when you get to serve yourself? You take your cup and “a little here, a little here, a little more there, annnnd, a little here.” (I used brown, because that is usually now the color of your drink) It’s all the flavors of jello; de-lish!



Maybe you haven’t heard about the store I want to open someday. (No stealin’ my idea! It's gonna make me rich; one day.) I’ll tell you about it: It’s a Jello store. That’s it. Just Jello.

Think of it. It iiiis our state food, you know. (embarrassingly enough) It’s a novelty store, obviously. But all they have is jello. Just jello. Rainbow jello, (OF course!) jello with pineapple, bananas and marshmallows (Minky’s best!) lime jello salad with pineapple, cucumber, and horseradish, jello with carrots, jello with cottage cheese, jello with just about anything – you name it, it’s in there!

Fun, huh?

I imagine we’d serve these delectable goodies in mini bundt pans. See-through, maybe, so you can see all your yummy fixin’s. Just imagine, (said with my hand high above my head, like I’m reading my name is lights) it’s like Jello Heaven. I can hear the jigglie angel choir singing now. “When upon lifes jello you are tempest tossed…”

See; fun.

You know you’d come. At least once. Just to see it, and maybe taste some weird Utah concoction of Jello.

See ya there!

Jello Pics, courtesy of www.elise.com