Insomnia Jello No. 3 - Creamy Triple-Citrus Gelatin Dessert

Although this is terribly late - I still haven't completed Insomnia Jello! The remaining ingredients are still sitting on the kitchen table, waiting for me.

How did the un-molding of the mandarin mousse mold go? Well, I let it sit in the fridge for over 12 hours, and swirled it in tap hot water for about 20 seconds and it started to melt OF fucking COURSE, but it was not a total fail, and it tasted very good.

Note the melt? Oh well.

Insomnia Jello No. 2 - Mandarin Mousse Mold

How many people can say, "I saw my dessert being made!"?

How many people would even want to say such a thing? And does it count if they see pictures of it in the internet hours after it was actually finished?

I not positive of any numbers but by golly, my family can say with (pride?) and honesty that their dessert was on the webs before it was in their tummies.

Last night's Apple Orchard Dessert would have been a lot prettier if I had a gorgeous Waterford crystal bowl to put it in, but I do not so it went in a lovely snow white Corelle bowl.

And while it looked only somewhat like the photo, I have to say I was surprised at how tasty it was. The apples took on the flavor of the lemon Jello and they were juicy ma'fuggas.

Insomnia Jello No. 1 - Apple Orchard Dessert

I'm on a new pill and it is giving me ridiculous insomnia. This is a pill that my body can take up to 3 (three!!!) months to get used to, and I'm only about 4 weeks in.

I won't be quitting it any time soon, so I'm dealing with the sleeplessness in my own way.

The other night I decided that I would be trying my hand at some Jello desserts.

When I was a child, for family affairs my mother would make a seven-layer jello salad, and it was absolutely delectable to me.

I have attempted to make this same salad at least twice in the last 20 years and I say 'at least' because it could be that I've actually tried my hand at the delicate pouring and layering more than just twice and have failed, miserably, each and every time.

Then there was Thanksgiving, 2003. I found a big green metal Wilton cake pan in the shape of a Christmas tree in the pantry, and I got a wild and wiggly hair to make a huge Jello mold. It had bing cherries and sour cream, but I mixed the mess by hand and the cream cheese was chunky - and it looked like raw fucking meat.

I actually have a photo of this culinary abortion.