Voyage of the Damned Jello

When it comes to "dishes to pass,"
the once, twice or thrice divorced,
and otherwise unencumbered,
are often told or scolded .... 
"Why not just bring some jello."
It's as if they think we can't hold
even the simplest things together,
but they trust us with hot water,
and packages with instructions. 
Even we can't mess that up, right!?!?!,
the thick of summer having arrived,
and you know what that means ... 
pending holiday weekend picnics,
everyone offering up tricks or treats.
Loser votes are cast for the jello prize.
I wonder will I win again this year?
Anticipating,  I await the count,
that seals the deal on what dessert
I'm entrusted to provide for holiday.
The chips fall, and the Jell-O goes to ...
May I have the envelope please ...
and these words in careful script,
"Anne: Bring some jello, dear,
and this year, put some fruit in it."

... this is a reprint of a prior piece but timely for today's events and everyone either home cooking their buns off, or running out to buy buns at the last minute, or fussing over their own "dish to pass."

And it is dedicated to my daughter Bekah.  She and her boyfriend are going to his mom's this year for turkey festivities and this she told me in email:  "I got stuck with cranberry sauce...that's what I'm in charge of bringing (me and Kyle)...I know his mom is just assuming that we are busy but I could buy a freaking pie!!!

So, seems the voyage and curse of the damn jello extends to young people going to college and working, as well. 

And that's too bad, because she very well could bake a "freaking pie!"

Happy T Day all.