I am always searching for fun – simple- recipes for my kids to try out because they both love being in the kitchen. In my looking, I came across a recipe on Pinterest for Jello cookies. They were absolutely adorable, brightly colored and it looked super easy to make so I figured we’d give it a shot.
Now normally I do not post of my cooking trials on my blog, though this space originally started out as a place for me to play around with my writing AND cooking errors/accomplishments {hence the web address Fictionandfood for those of you who have ever wondered}, but I just never really did so. HOWEVER, after making this recipe, I feel that I must share with others.
First the Ingredients:
1 cup melted butter
3 oz package Jello mix
1 cup powder sugar
2 1/4 cup AP flour
1/2 tsp salt
Oh, and it was just my youngest and me making them, the son thought these were “too easy” for his mad kitchen skills to be wasted on.
First you add the sugar and Jello mix (minus 1 Tbsp if you want to make a glaze) into the melted butter and stir.
Then you add the flour and salt, mixing until mixed.
Then you roll the dough into one inch balls (the dough is super squishy and a bit greasy, so if you are doing this with your kids, let them do the rolling to avoid you getting gross hands), place them on a baking sheet, baking them at 350 degrees for 8-10 minutes per the original recipe.
BUT we had to cook them longer, about 15 minutes give or take, we pulled them out right before they started browning on the bottom edges.
Pretty right?
Too bad they tasted absolutely disgusting! That’s right. D.I.S.G.U.S.T.I.N.G.
The little cook took the first proud bite… and proceeded to spit it back out in my hand. She didn’t even make it to the trash can for proper spitting. After my hand had been thoroughly cleaned, I took one out to the less picky child, surely he would love them.
Wrong! The first bite, his face crinkled. The second bite, his nose wrinkled. Then he declared, “That’s gross, what’d you do to it?” At least he finished the cookie.
I’ll be honest, at this point I was a bit afraid to try them myself. So I didn’t. I fed one to my unsuspecting husband. He had the decency not to spit the pretty cookie back into my hand. He made it into the trash can.
Now I was left with way too many cookies that no one liked and my house smelled weird, I even tried packing them up to give to my grandmother. My husband said that was just mean of me.
This was a simple recipe that we just won’t be adding to the keeper folder, and that is alright because we had fun making them. And even more fun laughing at how bad they tasted.
Do you have any cooking disaster stories? Or fun recipes to share?
~AJP