Upon waking me up this morning, Isaac excitedly announced he had mixed up a "drink" downstairs. Ah, another early-morning cooking project!
Box of cherry Jell-O
Box of lemon Jell-O
Mediterranean Rotisserie Seasoning (for lamb, beef, or chicken)
Are you vomiting yet? Not yet? Wait, it gets better.
I tasted it with a tentative finger and nearly gagged, while Isaac happily discussed with me what we should do before baking it. "Eggs, I think!" I was desperately trying to figure out how NOT to bake it, without telling him it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever tasted. So, to stall for time, I suggested he clean up the floor.
He happily cleaned the floor with a sponge. I turned around to the sink, and, when I turned back, he was squeezing the sponge out -- INTO the bowl of Jell-O.
I looked sadly at him, and gently explained that we couldn't eat it now that it had sponge germs in it. He was disappointed, but understood that So we threw it out.