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The other day, while I was depositing a check in the drive-through lane, I saw a man come out of my bank and walk to a car that had an Illinois license plate. It was the simplest thing — a license plate — something that I wouldn’t think twice about while I’m at home.
But sitting there in Nashville, waiting for my $20 and a receipt, I wondered where in Illinois he was from: maybe the suburbs? I wondered how long he’d lived in Nashville — or did he even live in Nashville?
Maybe he was visiting like I’d done so many times over the last year? Shared experiences, even hints at them, are funny.
We all enjoy meeting people who have gone through situations like we have, especially when the situations are less common — say, moving to a new state, for example. We like running into people who know our friends or interacting with strangers who seem to understand us.
It’s just nice to feel that commonality. Often, it’s the very way that friendships begin.
Shared experiences can be big things like losing a loved one or, small things like, I don’t know, going wedding dress shopping for the first time (hollah!). It’s kind of like jello.
I mean, how many of us didn’t grow up eating jello, right? There were the fun jigglers of our childhoods, cut into crazy shapes and able to be picked up with your fingers; the fancy molds of holiday dinner parties, filled with fruit or marshmallows or nuts; the simple mixes where all you had to do was combine a packet with hot water and stir.
It’s something so common, we don’t even think about it. But yet, if we went somewhere and they didn’t have it (in the same way another state doesn’t have our license plates), seeing it would be kind of comforting and exciting and community-making.
I love jello. And it’s not just the familiarity of jello I love.
When I learned how powerful gelatin is in healing the gut (this broth article is excellent in explaining that more), jello took on a whole new value. For me, the next step was finding a really high-quality gelatin, one made from grass-fed cows rather than pigs, which led me to Great Lakes, an easy-to-order option found online.
A couple experiments and entire-bowls-eaten-in-one-sitting later, and I bring you the strawberry jello pictured in this post. While it is a little different than the boxed variety, it is filled with whole, natural ingredients that you can feel really good about putting in your body — not to mention that help your digestion and overall health.
It’s a jello I’m eating a lot lately, so I hope you’ll try it, too — and then tell me about it! Because, the way I see it, we can all use a little more community and kinship, even the kind centered around a food we eat.
Thanks to that awesome $1.99 sale on organic strawberries at Whole Foods last month, I had an entire case at my disposal (yes, an entire case) to make my own puree, but a pure juice would work just as well. Then you’d simply need to add the gelatin to a cup of juice and add boiling water to that mixture.Print
This natural, low calorie comfort food is made from better-for-you gelatin along with tasty organic strawberries and honey.
- 1 cup of pureed strawberries
- 3 Tablespoons honey or palm sugar
- 1 Tablespoon gelatin
- 1 cup of water
Boil a cup of water over the stove and add it to the fruit mixture. Whisk until fully mixed through.
Refrigerator for a couple hours, until set.
Keywords: gelatin, Jello, low sugar, natural
About Shanna Mallon
Shanna holds an MA in writing from DePaul University. Her mantra? Restoring order and celebrating beauty through creative content, photography, and food. Shanna's work has been featured in Bon Appetit, The Kitchn, MSN.com, Everyday Health, Better Homes & Gardens, Houzz.com, Food News Journal, Food52, Zeit Magazine, Chew the World, Mom.me, Babble, Delish.com, Parade, Foodista, Entrepreneur and Ragan PR.