You know, things like Jell-O molds or casserole molds are no longer in vogue. Beyond the 1950s, these lovely crafted meals went the way of boxed dinners and frozen fish sticks.
It's too bad. When done correctly, I imagine these meals are as beautiful as they are tasty. But I can only imagine because the ham, rice, and mushroom soup mold I made tonight crumbled under the pressure.
Actually, I had crumbled. But no tears were shed. It was still delicious. The homemade mushroom soup was much better than the canned variety. Next week, I think I'll try my hand at a Jell-O mold, with little pieces of fruit and nuts dangling, as if by magic.
The girls and I went to the library this after noon. Snow is expected tomorrow, and lots of it. So beyond a trip to the gym and maybe an afternoon snowman, there won't be much exploring tomorrow.
Below? Not my mold.
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