And I will send anyone anywhere in the world who wants to try the joys of Jello a few packages in a variety of flavors. Except Joe Offer. He would only get himself in trouble.

And I, being a Southern gal by heritage and training, am a master biscuit maker. I cannot believe and am deeply, I say deeply, affronted by WHOMP biscuits. (Except, of course, if it's an acronym for What Has Our Mommas P**sed, which my momma would most definitely be if she knew anyone in MY house had to eat those biscuits from a can.)

A person who would serve WHOMP biscuits couldn't possibly know the first thing about gravy-making, which every Southern girl has to ace before she can move on to the intricacies of Jello molds. Or is it moulds?

WW