So I did another gelatin challenge. Do you remember the first one? When I made the Swedish Jellied Veal? Ah, good times!
Well, me and some of my internet friends decided to test our mettle with another gelatin celebration. And isn’t Labor Day–summer’s last hurrah–the perfect day to serve up some Jell-O salads?
The correct answer is yes.
This time the challenge is bigger, badder, and bolder than the one before–we’ve got 7 participants! And we’re fully international (Canada and UK represent!). So here is the 2013 retro food blog Jell-O challenge.
Or as I like to call it: Knoxapocalypse 2: Electric Jigglydoo
My assignment comes from my girl Retro Ruth over at The Mid-Century Menu. Oh, it’s a goodie!
Once I got to the bottom of the list of ingredients I said to myself, “Whipped cream and olives? I hate you, Retro Ruth. I really hate you.”
I guess I really hate Mrs. M.E. Larson of Wheaton, Illinois since this dish is her doing. It’s all her fault, the crazy bitch.
I sometimes wonder, what is it with some of this 1950s shit? I imagine the housewives of America literally throwing things at the wall to see what would stick.
Believe me, with the Jell-O, this dish definitely would stick.
So far so good. But the thing is, shredded American cheese doesn’t exist. BECAUSE YOU CAN’T SHRED AMERICAN CHEESE.
Seriously. I bought some knock-off Velveeta and even after putting it in the freezer to harden up a bit, this shit wasn’t going to shred.
I just shoved the cheese through the grater.
It was like a Play-Doh Fun Factory.
I had an issue with the whipped cream. I just did a set-it-and-forget-it thanks to the KitchenAid and I really did forget about it, so my cream started to turn, or um, I guess churn into butter.
Oh well. I just popped on over to the Safeway to get another pint of cream and gave it another go.
That worked out fine so I folded the whipped cream into the Jello/Walnut/Celery/Pimiento/Pineapple/American Cheese concoction and then put it into my ring mold, which I painstakingly dotted with sliced olives.
The recipe says that this dish is perfect to serve at a holiday bridge party. Since I do not play bridge, I brought it over to my pal Manny’s house for a Sunday afternoon kiki.
Kiki. Bridge Party. Same thing.
Behold! Olive Wreath Mold!
The boys (Richard, Keith, and Manny) humored me and gave it a shot.
Well, paint me green and call me Gumby: WE ALL LIKED IT!
That’s not to say that it wasn’t weird. You saw the list of ingredients–but for some odd reason all those disparate items came together. And the variety of textures actually worked for it. Well, except for the American cheese globules. And the olives were unnecessary. They had no right to be there. But since they were just a garnish, they were easily avoidable.
So my apologies to Mrs. M. E. Larson of Wheaton, Illinois. You apparently had some sort of idea of what you were working with. You are not insane, nor a sadist.
We actually ate more than half of the mold!
I wonder how my fellow intrepid retro food bloggers fared in this challenge. Did we all survive the Knoxapocalypse?
Go and find out:
- Brian at Caker Cooking whips up Maple Fluff!
- Erica at Retro Recipe Attempts takes on Bette Davis’ Mustard Ring!
- Jenny at Silver Screen Suppers kicks some Turkey in Aspic!
- Mimi at the Retro Weight Watchers Experiment dukes it out with Molded Avocado & Tuna!
- Ruth at the Mid Century Menu tackles Pickle and Pineapple Salad!
- Susie at Bittersweet Susie throws down some Melon Mousse!