Ironic

those of you who read this blog probably know this about me: i'm a decent cook. oh who are am i kidding here here with the "modesty" card? i'm a dang good cook! but i'm not really proficient in the ways of sweets and treats because i would rather eat savory food. so that's what i am really good at making. i make dinner for the parental most every night, but i don't make dessert. she doesn't complain or really make requests so it's a happy life for us both. yesterday i made an exception, because let's face it, my birthday is coming up and i'm trying to score points. don't judge.

she requested spagehtti and meatballs (one of my specialties) and i decided that i would make her some  jell-o for dessert because she really likes it. this led to a discovery of sorts.

 1) i've never made jell-o.
 2) i don't know how to make it.

 apparently, i screwed up the jell-o. in my defense, i hate anything that falls into the mysterious, gelatinous, or texturally uncertain category (such a category includes, but is not limited to: tripe, liver, jell-o, jelly beans, and rice pudding). so there it is. i can cook anything, except jell-o. and you that's not even cooking.