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Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I am kicking myself for not doing like our local elementary school did – they celebrated on Friday. Genius! Get the craziness out of the way and then Monday can be ‘normal’. I’ll have to remember that in future years.
Anyway, my traditional snack for the day is some kind of baked good that we can embellish as needed (unfrosted cupcakes with frosting and sprinkles to add). My latest good idea came a couple of years ago when instead of sherbet floats (the ‘fancy drink’) we started having Pink Milk. Not strawberry milk – just a couple of drops of food coloring in the cup, add some milk and voila’ – gasps of astonishment! Add a straw and it’s a party!
I can’t do baked goods this year because one of my girls is gluten intolerant and I want to go a different route. I am envisioning a pink finger jello with red and purple hearts suspended inside. Tonight was experiment night. I had strawberry jello already mixed up, but the only other jello I had to mix was also strawberry. “No problem!” I thought, “I’ll just add a little milk to pink it up.”
Um. Something went wrong. Stir stir stir…..
Lloyd walked by to steal some scraps of the already-prepared Jello and declared, “I freakin’ love the smell of Jello!”
“Would you eat this?” I asked, pointing to the mixure (which resembles this).
“That is curdled milk,” I educated him.
He gagged a little, and rightfully so.
Back to the Jello drawing board. I need to go to the store.