The Fretful Mother's Blog

Thanksgiving is generally my favorite holiday. It has it all: food, family and football. Unfortunately these things also combine to form some unrecognizable concoctions. Everyone is in charge of bringing a special dish for the occasion. This means your Aunt Mildred (don’t worry, she’s not on Facebook) is going to show up with a jello conglomeration.
Jello has always been on my list of dislikes. I cannot bear the jiggly goopiness. It seems to dissolve before even reaching your throat. Where does it go? Thus began my suspicions of this substance. It turns out jello is an animal product. Yep, gelatin is derived from horse cartilage. It helps hold it together. I can only imagine what happens when it lands in your stomach. I bet it forms little horse shapes and gallops around. I’d keep this in mind when you sit down to dinner today. I’m just going to stick to the mashed potatoes. You can never be too safe.

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