It's a strange thing. I was reading yesterday and the protagonist in the book was going through a tough time and went to a bar for jello shots, they were green. (Amusingly, I am also going through a tough time and I was at a bar reading. No jello shots though. I was drinking my usual neat bourbon.) Then I'm reading today, in Ray Bradbury's "Dandelion Wine", and there's a lime jello reference.
Although my mother did occasionally make us jello as a treat in my youth (she would make anything that was instant or three ingredients or less), it's not even close to a comfort food for me. It just struck me as such a weird coincidence that there were two green jello references in as many days.
Anyway it's a far more pleasant thing to write about than just about anything else going on in my life these days. If there's a third, disparate reference to green jello within the next 24 hours, however, I am going to go buy some green jello and make it. Just because. Whether I eat it, that's immaterial. Perhaps I'll make shots.
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