And then at home, I searched. I wanted the perfect recipe. Something that says eat me, you fool, because I'm so delicious that you'll die a thousand deaths in a split second and then be reborn JUST for the express purpose of taking another bite.
That's what I wanted.
As I clicked through pages of possibilities (Foodgawker, I love you), the absolute clarity of the situation sidled up next to me -- as if it were my dearest companion -- and whispered into my ear
you don't have time for this.
And my stinking clarity was right. I didn't have time. I don't have time. There's too much ELSE going on right now. Obligations of the most rewarding nature, to be sure, but still.
Listen. I'm a baker.
I can cook almost anything, and I can do it fairly competently, but baking is my heart's one true love. (Baking and reading, actually. Those two tasks could fill my days with pleasure of such an otherworldly quality that I'm sure I'd reach nirvana if left to my own devices.) Just now, though, I haven't baked much of anything.
It's a greedy wish: who needs to bake, after all? I don't need to. I merely want to.
But instead, I've made Jello.
And you know what?
Jello is JUST right for our family at this point in time: Silly, Easy, Sweet, and Simple.
When life hands you Jello, make Jigglers. That's my new motto.
At least until I can get my hands back into the flour canister.
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