My first gelatin recipe. I’ve been waiting for one to pop up as gelatin recipes, in all their various forms, were a staple in every mid 20th century household. Grammie’s Lime Ring Mold recipe was not listed as a salad per se, so I’ve added it to the blog as a stand alone post instead of including it in the Infamous Salad Week.
What the hell is the vinegar for (other than comic relief from the absurdly large bottle of it in the photo below)? The directions never say where to put it and no other Lime Mold recipe calls for it so I left it out. I was also unsure of the amount of cream cheese but I went with 8 oz after consulting many other Lime Mold recipes and I sprayed the mold with a tiny bit of coconut cooking spray (also per other recipes). Grammie’s recipe never says to drain the pineapple but I did anyway. Grammie was a bit lazy when she wrote this recipe down.
The ingredients look so pretty all together but I may have let the Jell-O thicken too long in the refrigerator.
So this isn’t really a photo of Grammie but this was her kitchen and she probably took this photo of my dad wearing Grampie’s shoes and hat. He must have been around 2ish which would date this photo as 1949. This is not the kitchen I remember. By the 1980s, that table was replaced by a counter top with lower cabinets and the table was moved just to the left of where the photographer was standing.
Evidently, I’m a scared chef; scared to liquefy whipped cream if I beat it too hard, scared to turn the Jell-O back to electric green lime water, and scared to just about beat anything too much because every time I use a stand mixer to make cookie dough, the cookies flatten into super crispy disks of shame. I should, however, have beaten the shit out of this recipe because it looked nothing like the beautiful milky green creations of the Lime Ring Mold recipes I saw online. Oh no, instead it looked like cat vomit after she ate green crayons and styrofoam.
Aside from how the Lime Ring Mold recipe turned out looking, the taste of it was way too sweet. This totally could have been user error in not mixing the ingredients together enough but if I ever made this again (an actual possibility just to see if I could get it looking right), I would beat the ingredients like they were trying to rob me.
The 12 year old didn’t like it. One of the neighbor kids, L., did so a care package may mysteriously show up at their house today.