you're never gonna be jello.

When my mom and aunt were in town (Did I ever mention that my mom came to visit? No? I'm a failure at blogging.) we went to a real classy dinner at the Chinese restaurant down the street. For our complimentary dessert, they brought us this:

I had no idea what it was, but I decided to taste it anyway. The white side was...not disgusting. The purple side was definitely disgusting. After being the taste tester I announced, "I don't feel good about eating anything that moves like that." They both tried it anyway.

When our server came back and asked us how it was, I asked her to help me understand what exactly it was that we were eating. She said jello.

Right. Well, better luck next time.