Funny Story about Jello and Milk

  In my house milk is a big deal.  I don't drink it, except  for cereal which I have once or twice a year, but for everyone else it is truly believed that all will shrivel up and die of vitamin D deficiency and bone loss without 1 gallon of milk per day.  I find it odd after quitting smoking years and years ago that I now am responcible for buying milk everyday.  The "white monkey"  on my back.  It literally is like being addicted to something for everyone in my house except me.  Now, here is where that gets weird.  If real whole milk was ever brought in the house, not a soul would drink it.  It was deemed evil long ago.  The milk drank is always no fat skim, unless you are a vegan, which we have, then the milk is made of a soy plant somehow and costs ten times more, and is still a while liquid….and low fat…somehow…or if you are a teen trying to bulk up by making protein milkshakes for breakfast in the morning, which really are mostly ice cream, some protein mix fruit,  and 2% milk…lol  The other day real milk was purchased by accident.  Upon discussion, I realized that here was a chance to have jello pudding.  Not the one spoon full they sell marked up to high heaven in little plastic cups, but real jello Chocolate pudding, which anyone knows can not be made with anything but real whole milk.  Any attempt to change that ingredient is just asking for poop pudding.  I was told we had pudding, and that it was going to be made.  As the night drew on, I wondered if it would take a long time, like the old school, or the shorter also good 10 minute kind.  Either way, I was going to have chocolate pudding.  After about 2 hours of checking the fridge, I was starting to get the feeling something was wrong.  It wasn't setting up.  It also wasn't getting that gross skin on top due to the lack of clear plastic.  After another whole  night, I delclaired in the morning that something had gone wrong, this was not jello.  To this, sally simply said, “oh I can fix it, let me add a little mix”  she came back in and asked me to taste it.  It was not good.  It was kind of like a running cake mix.  I said “meh”  and dismissed it.  For the last two days however I did wonder what is the world went wrong.  I was sure that the only thing would have been some bastard version of milk has been used.  Then a few days later at the grocery store I happened upon the jello shelf, and in front of my wife started to read the back of the box.  I wanted to know, because I couldn't remember how to make it either.  It was odd.  There was a drawing.  It has two steps.  I asked across the isle, “Sally?...  what is the world happened to the jello, read this..”  to which she replied, “I didn't have one of those!”   ??  you didn't have jello mix!   LOL

There are somethings in life that can be switched out easy with generic stuff, or even things that arrn't the same stuff.  However somethings can not be switched.  I firmly believe that catsup, musstard and ground beef made from a cow are examples of some things that can not be subsituted. Also, you can not make jello without whole milk, or Jello mix  J