Because we are always watching our weight, Cliff eats a lot of Jello. He just doesn't feel as though his meal is complete without something sweet at the end, something to go with his coffee. We sometimes have a half-cup of ice cream, and sometimes I mix up a cake mix, cut it into small squares, individually wrap the pieces, and put them all in a freezer bag. Sometimes I buy cookies and dole them out one at a time. But we only have something like that once a day, and Cliff eats two meals daily that require something sweet. That's where the sugar-free Jello comes in. Personally, I wouldn't care if I never heard of Jello again, but it suits him just fine, with five or six chocolate animal crackers thrown in. Every week, he goes through four regular-sized packages of Jello.
This morning he happened through the kitchen as I was taking two cups of boiling water out of the microwave. He stopped and watched me pour it into the dish holding the contents of two packages of powdered Jello, and then stir it.
"Huh," he snorted. "I didn't know you had to boil water to make Jello."
"Yes," I answered, "and once it's dissolved, I add two cups of cold water."
"Cliff," I said, as he walked away, "If I should die and leave you a widower, and you decide to make Jello, just read the box, OK? The directions are right there."
Not that I think he will be eating Jello if I'm gone. I don't think he would watch his weight without me around. He'd probably be eating mostly bread and cake, with a little pie thrown in for good measure.