Jelly

Yesterday evening Elsa was setting the table for dinner, and took a jar of fuzzy jelly off of the table and put it back into the cabinet. "Oh, don't do that," I said, "it's completely molded over, you have to throw it out." She looked at me, then at the jelly, which had a layer of grayish-green fuzz on top. "Oh, that?" she said, "You just scrape that off. It doesn't affect what's underneath." Then she proceeded to scrape off the offending mold into the garbage can and put the jar back.

I think that I'm going to avoid the jelly here from now on. Blech.