After last week's kitchen fire mishap, I was fearful about trying my hand at cooking again. I decided to start with something small- jello. I figured boiling water and refrigeration couldn't be too far out of my reach, so I set to work. Jello- although seemingly harmless with all of it's smiley packaging and wiggly goodness, is fairly daunting. Big girl panties were required.
After I finished adding the boiling and iced water, I cleared the space in the overstuffed fridge for my neweset wiggling creation to set. Two minutes elapsed. I checked on my Jello. It was still water. Three minutes passed. I checked on my Jello. It was still water. I went to check a third time, but realized it had been a total of two minutes since the last time I checked, so I sat back down and stared at the clock. And I thought to myself, "Well, it's going to be a long night."
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