Actually I was cooking nostalgic. I had a family lunch today to celebrate two birthdays in the family. Some weeks ago I came across a sauce recipe that my mother used years ago to make really wonderful barbeque chicken. Actually my mother cooked the sauce and my dad grilled the chicken. This was during the years that my parents raised chickens and we had chicken every Sunday; grilled in the summer, baked or fried in the winter. I don't have a grill so I decided to make the sauce and cook it with chopped chicken in my ever faithful crock pot. Like sloppy joes or pulled pork but with chicken. Served on buns it actually tasted really good. Since I was dwelling on the past and since one of those celebrating his birthday was my son, I decided to bake his childhood favorite birthday cake. When I carried it out to the table he immeidately asked "Is that Jello cake?" and of course it was. You know the kind where you bake a white cake (I even used a mix to keep it authentic), let it cool, punch a lot of holes in it with a meat fork, and pour concentrated hot jello over the whole thing. The jello runs into the holes and when you cut the cake you have colorful Jello accents all through the cake. I used peach Jello and juice from a can of peaches mixed with the water, Topped with Cool Whip, it was delicious. Sometimes being sentimental really pays off.
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