Meet The Jello Mold Mistress of (North) Brooklyn
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Thanksgiving Day will soon enough be upon us and with it comes food. Lots of it. To this end I spent yesterday hunting and gathering foodstuffs so as to make Chez Shitty’s traditional Thanksgiving fare: chile rellenos, rice, beans and salsa. Dessert, this year as in years past, is an afterthought. It gets lost in the shuffle. (No doubt I’ll be fighting over pies at Jubilatka today. So it goes.)
Which brings me to the purpose of this post: dessert and things getting lost in the shuffle. Yesterday I featured some UBER-cute commuter furkid porn from a woman named Victoria.
But masterminding photo shoots of a very comely hamster named Edie is but only one her talents. Victoria is also theÂ Jello Mistress of (north) Brooklyn. The title (be it self-appointed or otherwise) is well deserved.
Behold, Swedish Fish jello!
For the more exotically (and intoxicantly inclined ) I present Mojito jello, made with (what else): lime jello, mint and rum!
And last but hardly least, Greenpoint jello. The above is described by its creator as follows:
Pineapple Jello died green to celebrate Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
First it was the donut ice cream sandwich. Now it is designer gelatin products. What will my fellow Greenpointers think of next? While you mull this question over, dear readers, I present for your edification a slide show of our very own Jello Mold Mistress’s creations. Enjoy!
You can read more about Brooklyn’s very own Jello Goddess by clicking here.
P.S.: Methinks the Mistress’s next opus should be shit tit jello.
Gelatin boobs in an azure hue.
If anyone can do it, it is you Victoria. This isn’t simply about foodstuffs; it is a matter of Greenpoint pride. Make it happen. If you build it they will come… TO EAT!
Photo Credits: the Jello Mold Mistress of Brooklyn, Tony Liub and Mister Heather