This morning on our walk we engaged in a Thanksgiving post-mortem, discussing what we'll all do differently in the future, knowing full well that we won't.
In my case I toyed with the idea of NOT making the traditional Jell-O salad. It's the one stuffed with blueberries and crushed pineapple, not to mention the cream cheese and whipped cream part. Also, you top it with more whipped cream and bananas.
But it's a SALAD. So it's healthy.
It's also remarkably beautiful and makes a lovely, shimmery showing on the dining room table. People oooh and also ahhh when they see it. The only problem is they don't actually seem to eat it. I'm not sure why, because it's also very tasty. Especially for a salad. Maybe they hate to spoil the optics of the salad by digging in? Who knows.
At any rate, I always have a lot of it left over. So I put it in the Retirement Center for Food--aka "the fridge"--telling myself we'll get around to eating it eventually. Which we don't. So then I throw it away.
Will I make it again next year?
I hate to say this, but yeah. Probably.