Pineapple-Rhubarb (sp)Ring

It’s been a long time coming this year, but spring is finally here. My rhubarb erupted out a few weeks ago. It is almost ready for using. I started assembling all of my favorite rhubarb recipes and came across this gem. Pineapple-Rhubarb (sp)Ring.

Pineapple-Rhubarb sp(Ring). Is another one of great-grandma’s red Jell-O mold recipes. I’m becoming oddly fond of these.

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Once a week, we gather with a group of friends to do pub trivia. Our group ranges in ages from late 20’s to mid-70’s and has everything in between. This ensures that we have a wide base of knowledge across generations. It means we can answer most questions.

Except sports. We’re really not good at sports.

“Put the following basketball players in order from shortest to tallest.”

Most of us had heard of one or two of the names on the list.

“Which ones of these quarterbacks have won the Heisman Trophy?”

(Quarterbacks qualify to win that award, right?)

We excel on questions about pop music. One of our dearest friends can tell you what the number one song was on the day you were born.

There is a charming older man on our team who knows world history, US history, geography, and music before about 1985. When we were new to the team, we asked if he was sure about an answer. “Yeah, I was there,” he said. We went along with his answer. He was right.

Another question came up on a different day. “I was there.” He said. Again, he was right.

Now, whenever he is sure of the answer, someone says “Doug was there.” This is the response to him knowing about everything from Washington crossing the Potomac to which President had which number of children to where Steve Jobs was conceived. It doesn’t matter what it is. If Doug is sure, he must’ve been there.

Pineapple-rhubarb Ring

The other night at trivia, a question was asked about when Hong Kong was returned to Chinese rule.

“Oh!” I exclaimed excitedly. “I was actually there.”

Doug knew the answer, but I really was there.

In 1997, I applied for and got the opportunity to teach English and travel for 6 weeks in China. I was in college. I majored in International Relations. It was an obvious opportunity. It was my second time on an airplane. I knew no one.

Before we went into mainland China, we spent a few days in Hong Kong for some training and to assimilate a little bit. We needed bonding time as a group and time to recover from jet-lag before embarking on the teaching part of the trip.

Everywhere we went in Hong Kong, there were red and gold banners celebrating their reunification with China. They were in Chinese, so I couldn’t read them, but that’s what our translator told us. The atmosphere seemed festive, but that might’ve just been the energy of the city.

While there, we walked around the night market. We ate breakfast at a place that had an enormous butter sculpture of a dragon. To get into our private dining room at a restaurant, we had to walk through the kitchen where they were in the process of slaughtering chickens.

It was in Hong Kong that I had dim sum for the first time. I ate a chicken foot.

When we arrived at our destination in China, I was willing to accept the explanations of the food we were given.

“What is this?”

“Traditional Chinese dish. Eat, eat.”

“But what is it?”

“Meat. Eat, eat very good.”

“What kind of meat?”

“Oh, I do not know name. Eat, eat, very good. Traditional Chinese dish.”

What in the world does any of this have to do with Pineapple-Rhubarb (sp)Ring?

Pineapple-Rhubarb Ring

I ate pineapple in China. I experienced new foods and tried familiar foods in new ways. It may have been part of the catalyst for trying all of these recipes.

I realize, of course, that not everyone can travel to Hong Kong during a pivotal year to have the opportunity to say “I was there” 22 years later at a bar doing trivia. And you can’t go back in time to say “I was there” when this salad was first introduced. But you can feel like you were there by making Pineapple-Rhubarb (sp)Ring to go with your first grilled dinner of the season.

When someone asks you, “What is this delicious thing I am eating?” You can answer “Traditional American food. Very good. Eat. Eat.”

The Recipe:

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Pineapple-Rhubarb Ring

A delicious sweet and tangy red molded salad to brighten up any spring table
Prep Time 15 minutes
Setting Time 3 hours
Total Time 3 hours 15 minutes
Course Side Dish
Cuisine American
Servings 8

Ingredients
  

  • 1 can Pineapple Tidbits about 2 1/2 cups
  • 2 cups Fresh Rhubarb cut into 1 inch chunks
  • 1/3 cup Sugar
  • 1/2 cup Water
  • 2 pkgs Cherry flavored gelatin 3 oz size (or 1 large)
  • 1 TB Lemon Juice
  • 1/2 Cup Pecans Broken

Instructions
 

  • Drain pineapple and reserve syrup. (Ideally, you'd drain it into a glass measuring cup that has room enough to add more)
  • Combine rhubarb, water, and sugar into a small sauce pan; cover and cook until tender. This will require more time for slightly older rhubarb than for freshly picked young rhubarb.
  • Drain thoroughly, reserving syrup. (Add it to the pineapple juice. This is why I told you to make sure the cup is bigger than you'd need.)
  • (And this is where the measuring cup part comes in.) Add enough water that combined syrups and water equal 3 ½ cups.
  • Heat to boiling. (At this point just throw it in the microwave. Don't bother getting another dish dirty)
  • Add gelatin and stir to dissolve.
  • Add lemon juice and cool.
  • Chill until partially set. (If you are lucky, this instruction applies to you as well as the gelatin. But I usually use this time to get other things done, which is why my gelatin gets too hard at this point. It's smart to set a timer for about a half hour.)
  • Fold in rhubarb, pineapple, and nuts. (It's like 007 instructions. "One Jell-O salad. Folded not stirred.)
  • Pour into a 6 cup ring mold. (Let's be honest here, you can pour this into anything that'll hold 6 cups or even into a bunch of smaller containers. Don't let these people tell you how to mold your salad.)
  • Chill until firm. (See instruction above on chilling.)
  • Unmold onto greens. Serve with mayonnaise. (Really, do not serve this with mayonnaise. I mean, if that's what you do, fine, but I prefer anything that is not that. Sweetened whipped cream, vanilla sauce, rum sauce, pineapple sauce. Just not mayonnaise unless you really like that sort of combination. Or do the hardcore rebellion thing and use no sauce at all.)
Keyword Jell-O Salad, molded salad, Rhubarb, side dish

And you can trust me on this. I was there.

If you liked this recipe, you may also want to try Something Different Rhubarb Salad, Rhubarb Dream Dessert, and Secret Rhubarb Dessert.

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Spinach Cottage Cheese Souffle Salad

As we move into the Christmas season, the biggest challenge I run into is managing expectations.  I want those perfect moments. The Christmas card should have all 3 children looking in the same direction.  The plates of cookies and candy should rival those in the pages of magazines.  The tree needs to be the perfect mix of nostalgia and our personalities.  It’s hard to get everything just right.

The kids have their own expectations. There needs to be enough time for all the snowman building, sledding, and cookie making. They submit their list of presents (via Google Docs this year?!?). There are movies that need watching. We got Die Hard over with early so we can concentrate on White Christmas and Christmas in Connecticut and other great classics, like the Mistletones.

At some point I stand back and look at my imperfect family and wonder what I was thinking. The kitchen is not going to be really clean again until Boxing Day. The kids are not going to get everything they want. The tree is going to be lopsided and the needles will fall off because no one will remember to water it no matter how many times I ask.

That doesn’t even start with the hormones and overtiredness. We all end up with whatever virus is going on and everyone is in a hurry to finish up everything before the end of the year. At the point I really look at my family, I remember that expectations can make or break experiences. It is inevitable that when our expectations are overly high, we come away disappointed. When our expectations are too low we devalue ourselves. The reality of us being ourselves makes our Christmas perfect.

Learning to manage my expectations helps when making some of these recipes, like the ones I made at Thanksgiving.

Just before Thanksgiving, I had a conversation with my brother about my blog and Thanksgiving dinner.

“I’ve got all of these great-grandma recipes to make which means they all have to be photographed.” I said to him.

“You know what the problem is,” he said to me. “All of the recipes you have been making are good. I never get to try the really terrible ones.”

“Believe me, you wouldn’t want to be here for things like the Iowa Egg Foo Yung.”

He insisted that he would.

I took him at his word and promised something like tuna egg foo yung. However when it came time to deliver, I couldn’t pull the trigger and ruin my perfect dinner with something that would perhaps smell as bad or worse than the the other egg foo yung recipe.

But the expectations were set. I combed through my recipe database looking for the perfect recipe to disgust and delight my big brother. Nothing with tuna. Nothing with nuts. Dessert was out of the question. I finally landed on a Jell-O soufflé salad.

Do you know about these? My great-grandma had a pamphlet of them. There are some amazing ideas in there. I chose the Spinach Cottage Cheese Soufflé Salad.

I would like you to take a minute and really think about what I am about to describe to you. Think about the flavors and textures in your mouth.

Lemon Jell-O whipped with vinegar and mayonnaise until it is light and fluffy. Got it? Now add raw spinach, onion, celery, salt, pepper, and a generous scoop of cottage cheese. I’m guessing your first thought isn’t “yum”. And by now you have seen enough pictures to verify that it looks somewhat like curdled vomit.

Our expectations were not high and rightly so. We all dutifully helped ourselves to small portions of the light greenish chunky slime. We sat at the table and stared at each other daring each other to take the first bite of the dish that resembled old scrambled eggs.  My brother took the first bite.  My sister-in-law was next.

“It’s not that bad,” she declared.  

I took a tentative bite.  She was right.  It wasn’t that bad.  To be fair, my expectations were really low.  This is not in any way endorsing Spinach Cottage Cheese Souffle Salad as something you should ever attempt to make or eat.  It tastes and feels vaguely like if you vomited after eating cheese and whipped cream then sprayed lemon pledge on your tongue.  Oddly I had expected worse.  Chopping the spinach finely helped reduce any grittiness.  The celery added a nice crispness to the dense and airy congealed mess.  The onion added a hint of pungency.

Had I made Spinach Cottage Cheese Souffle salad expecting great results, I would’ve been sorely disappointed.  As it was, it was less disgusting than I expected.  I’m almost looking forward to making some of the other Souffle Salad recipes, although I think a gross Jell-O Salad dinner party may have to happen in order to get the recipes made in one shot while my inhibitions are still lowered.

The Recipe:

If you liked this you may want to check out Japanese Chicken, Peach Cottage Cheese Loaf, and Tricky Orange Dessert.

Fluffy Orange Salad and Old Movies

Ok, Silver Screenings, this one is for you.

Have you all met Silver Screenings?  I love their blog.  It’s funny and clever and does deep dives into some of my favorite old movies.  They didn’t even ask me to write this or even know that I’m doing this, but I’m sure they would appreciate it you clicked over and checked them out.  We bond over the classics.  Their stars probably ate some of the food I write about. 

Recently Ruth told me that she would love to see more Jell-O recipes.  Because I’m me, I happened to have this one ready to go in my archives.  As soon as you are done reading about this, make a nice big bowl of Jell-O and sit down and enjoy an old movie for a very vintage experience.  Just make sure your hair and lipstick are ready in case your husband comes home unexpectedly with his boss.  You know how these things work.

Fluffy Orange Salad.  It’s the hyper-pigmented fake orange creamy stuff dreams are made of.  It’s Florida sunshine and with a smattering of clouds. Light, fluffy clouds.  Let’s be honest, there is nothing healthy or wholesome about this “salad”.  It’s canned and processed and better than it should be.  I know it’s all artificial colors and flavors, but this isn’t bad stuff.  There are reduced fat and sugar options for all of the ingredients, which almost makes this qualify as health food…right?

I’m not sure exactly where great-grandma got this recipe.  Maybe it was part of a recipe exchange where they all typed out copies of their favorite recipes.  That’s the story I like.  I was intrigued by the name at the bottom “Pat Muchmore”.  My head is in a space today where I first thought perhaps someone named Pat Muchmore would do a movie with Stormy Daniels and hesitated before I Googled the name hoping for more information.  I’m guessing the 42 year old composer is not the author of this recipe, but I would like to imagine that the author of the bodice ripper is.  It’s like a novel in and of itself.  Iowa housewife secretly authors romance novels to escape her daily drudgery.

By now, I’m sure my poor mom is rolling her eyes and shaking her head at my silliness.  Let’s blame overtiredness and whiskey slush.  

Blueberry Salad Mold for My Mother-in-Law

Food is my love language.  If I love you or am trying to impress you, I will cook for you. When I was first trying to date the man that is now my husband, I made him homemade pizza dough for his birthday.  A few days later, I invited him over for dinner and impressed him with jerk chicken.  He was maybe more impressed that I was under the sink replacing the faucet when he arrived, but he knew pretty quickly that he wasn’t going to let me get away.

I pay attention to people’s food preferences and dietary restrictions.  My Mother-in-law loves blueberries which means that when she’s coming to visit, I scour all of my recipes for the perfect blueberry dish to make for her. Usually it is some sort of dessert, but sometimes it’s as simple as homemade blueberry applesauce.

The last time they visited, I started menu planning a couple of days in advance to make. When I know guests are coming, I scour great-grandma’s recipes for something impressive to make.   A lot of times these recipes require some planning ahead and the Blueberry Salad Mold is no exception.

I decided to honor my Mother-in-law further by putting this salad into a copper mold that I found for a steal at the thrift shop.  It’s a fair question to ask why this would honor her.  You see, my Mother-in-law is the queen of thrift shopping.  Where there are bargains to be found, she is there.  Road trips with her mean stopping at every known thrift shop along the way, or so we tease her.  I’ve never been with her as she’s stopped, but I’ve heard stories.  Anyway, isn’t this a pretty copper mold?  

It has a little round loop on one side for hanging and I have the perfect spot for it.  Right above my sink with another piece from my Mother-in-law.

Back to this salad.  It’s sweet (obviously), a bit tart, and creamy and delicious.  As per usual, the kids were hesitant to try it because they are kids.  But it turned out to be a perfect accompaniment to the meal.  If I’m not careful I’m going to have to start rethinking my aversion to all things Jell-O.  There are still plenty of concoctions I’ve made that aren’t as pretty as they should be, like Frosty Lime Salad and Cooked Cranberry Salad, but even the strange ones like Zippy Beet Salad are not as bad as I originally expected.  And we all have to admit the Tropical Delight Salad was a hit.  

Someone please reassure me this doesn’t make me lose my cred. 

Sky Rockets at Night, Tropical Delight (Salad)

You know those days where you just feel like a tropical vacation would cancel the subscriptions to all of your issues?  Where you just sort of want to run away and be responsible for nothing and no one? I don’t.  I’ve never had one of those moments in my entire life.  I have never wanted to sit on a sunbaked beach with nothing around but the sound of waves crashing.  Never wanted to relax with an icy drink in my hand brought to me by a super cute cabana boy with a slim, tanned body, who I know is not just something pretty to look at, but should be respected for his mind and his hustle.  Never have I ever not wanted to get up early every morning, make sure that everyone is doing what they are supposed to do while I try to get myself ready and do what I can to prepare us for the evening.  The very idea of not having to commute and…I can’t go on.  If someone told me that I was going to be trading all of this for an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island, I might hesitate while I decided if I really wanted to go swimsuit shopping.  I’d probably try to find a bunch of excuses as to why I really shouldn’t, but I don’t think I would pass it up.  Tropical Delight Salad top

As I stare out at my snow covered yard and see my children cuddled up on the couch in matching blankets, I realize that while I would love to get away, the closest I may come for a while is probably going to be in something like the Tropical Delight Salad.

I have always been attracted to tropical flavors.  Pina Colada and I have been hitting it pretty hot and heavy since I was a young girl.  When picking out yogurt with my mom, I would always opt for the pina colada fruit on the bottom yogurt.  It seemed like a special treat.  After realizing that the red food coloring in Jolly Good Fruit Punch and Faygo Red Pop made me throw up, I discovered Jolly Good Pina Colada soda.  They don’t even make it any more, but there is something about that sickly sweet pineapple coconut combination that satisfies me.  Sadly this recipe does not call for coconut, but it would be a nice addition, especially if it was toasted.Tropical Delight Salad gnomesAnd now I have an idea for a roasted pineapple and toasted coconut something…cocktail? Bread?  Meringue Pie?  This is an ongoing problem.  I start out doing something and then get majorly inspired by something completely different and get too excited to start that and want to forget about what it was I was doing in the first place.  I am working harder at trying to finish things before I start something new.  It’s killing me in my knitting right now.  The biggest problem I have is that I have too many ideas and there is only me that can carry them out.  It’s all just time and money, right?Tropical Delight Salad Chinese LanternOk, back on track.  A couple of things to note.  Pineapple tidbits or crushed pineapple probably works better than pineapple chunks.  And if you haven’t read the Jell-O package (and these are small ones, not big ones in this recipe), do not attempt to use fresh pineapple.  Most tropical fruits contain enzymes which counteract the gelling property of gelatin.  If you want something like a slimy soup, that’s probably fine, but even despite my protests of not caring for Jell-O, I still prefer it to be gelled.  The enzymes are useful for other things, though, like tenderizing meat (mmmm…al pastor). But this is also the same thing that makes some people very sensitive to eating too much raw fruit. Tropical Delight Salad angleAlso…The topping of the Tropical Delight Salad is really good.  Don’t skip that step.  Even if you decide you want to change the flavor of the Jell-O, or decide not to use bananas, or oranges, do not change the topping.  Tropical Delight Salad

If you are hardcore on Jell-O recipes and want to see what else I’ve done, check out these posts.  Cooked Cranberry Salad and Frosty Lime Salad.  If you really want to gelatinize everything check out the Peach Cottage Cheese Loaf.  (Although I don’t actually recommend making it, but you should see that this exists.)