The Trifle By Brian Voelkel My grandmother, Carmel Davey Woods, who passed away in 2011, emigrated from Co. Sligo, Ireland in the 1950's. She and her husband, Kevin T. Woods, of County Leitrim, settled in the Norwood section of the Bronx and had five children. One of my treasured memories is going to my grandmother's house for Thanksgiving with the family and eating her delicious trifle. Here is an essay I wrote about it when I was 10: Every Thanksgiving, after our nice hardy meal consisting of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and delicious turkey, my grandmother makes the most amazing trifle. It is so good that I cannot stop going back for seconds. I eat and eat until the only thing left are the crumbs clinging to the side of the glimmering glass bowl. When my grandmother brings in the triumphant trifle into the living room, everybody oohs and aahs. My whole family looks at the layers and the mixtures of this different scrumptious dessert. I deeply inhale, smelling the trifle and pure white whipped cream. Inside the bowl, the red, yellow and orange of the fresh fruit and gelatin shine through the sparkling glass. As she sets the trifle down I remember all the beautiful memories of our Thanksgivings together in my Grandma’s house in the Bronx, with all my family, my aunts and uncles and my cousins. Somehow the trifle puts the topping on the wonderful Thanksgiving Day that we have just celebrated. My grandmother looks so proud and happy as everybody takes spoonfuls of the trifle, quickly putting it into their bowls. I inhale the trifle, smelling the jello whipped cream, which tastes like heaven. The first bite I take each year is amazing. As I eat the whipped cream, which my grandmother makes by hand, it just melts in my mouth. From the top to the bottom it just gets better and better. I can taste the spongy lady fingers, mixed in with the red jell-o dissolving in my mouth. Then I taste the custard: the custard makes the trifle even better. Eating the trifle, I hear the Thanksgiving Football game just starting and the murmuring, overlapping conversations of my aunts, uncles and cousins. I see my family. I put my spoon down as I finish my trifle. I can never wait until next year when the magnificent trifle makes its appearance.
1.Dissolve jello in 1/2 pint of boiling water, stirring well.
2. Add the reserved juice from the fruit cocktail to make 1 cup.
3. Slice the sponge into fingers/strips and arrange in the base of a large glass bowl.
4. Pour the jello mixture over the sponge and smooth the top with the back of a spoon. Allow to set.
4. Pour the fruit cocktail over the set jello mixture.
5. Then pour the cooled custard over and spread evenly.
6. Top with whipped Cream