MINE: Aluminum Mold Collection

by Caitlin Kelch

A few weeks ago, I committed myself to thoughtfully go through mountains of boxes in my basement to clear out the spirits of the past and create some breathing room for myself. You may recall my massive paint chip collection, which ended up in the hands of kids at a local craft camp. Even though it was a minor purge, the relief I felt was pretty major. The next box I tackled was a small, dusty one with no label and some pretty sticky spiderwebs. I wasn’t off to a pleasant start.

I shook the box. No clues there. It was light, so I knew it was packed with photos from the 80s or my rock collection. When I opened it, I was met with some shiny and some dull metal pieces that took me a moment to place as my aluminum mold collection. Please know upfront that I have never made a Jell-O mold, but I have enjoyed many from the deft hands of my Grandmother, Margie. This is why I have them.

I grew up drawing my fair share of flowers and princesses, but what I was really dedicated to was menu-making. I designed diner menus, snack shack menus, and ice cream shop menus, but my favorite ones to work on were fancy menus — the kind for restaurants my grandparents frequented on Saturday nights. The necessity of a decorative swirl or swoosh on these particular menus thrilled me. The fact that I needed “special paper,” stationery from my mom’s desk drawer, made me giddy.

Looking back, creating the fancy restaurant menus was a tactile version of a child’s process of imagination, a reasonable excuse for peeking into those glamorous places where my grandparents were royalty. These menus confirmed Margie and Myron’s larger-than-life status didn’t exist just in my head or in my biased opinion of them. They were, indeed, the king and queen I knew them to be.

I imagined they dined on culinary delicacies served from silver trays by white-gloved waiters, who smiled when my Grandfather said “More, please.” They sat on polished, wooden captain chairs that were too heavy for my petite Grandmother to handle by herself. They expertly managed the many glasses placed before them and they never lost track of which to drink from and when. They knew everything there was to know and they were kind and generous and always left a huge tip.

When dessert was presented on a garland-trimmed rolling trolley, they always chose a colorful gelatin with ripe berries floating in the middle and fresh whipping cream on top because it was flavorful and beautiful but also light. They’d had such a fine, four-course meal that there was no room for heavy puddings or rich cakes.

When I gaze at my aluminum molds, I see these fantasies before me as if I were seven years old again, waiting for my grandparents’ return in my pink nightgown, trying hard to keep my eyes open. I smell Margie’s perfume as she carries me off to bed. I see Myron’s silhouette in the doorway as he turns off the light. I feel the softness of the blanket that I still have today and I remember the kind king and queen who always let me have Jell-O for breakfast after their sophisticated Saturday night.

This is a box I will keep forever. —Caitlin





A step up in the fancy department, these molds have a swirl to the ridges that meet at a circle at the top. Perfect for a cherry or tomato placement, I presume!
My six "plain Jane" round molds that would make a lovely singular color gel with celery leaf floating in the center. Some day!
These guys like to stick together! Known as the "standard ridge," these were a Jell-O brand gelatin giveaway that arrived on your doorstep after sending in a few empty boxes of Jell-O to the company. The top of the molds sport the brand's logo, making a gorgeous treat synonymous with their brand of gelatin.
My 14 heart molds that I've yet to use for a culinary purpose. I know there's a holiday-happy mom out there with whom these would get put to good use. Off they go!
I refer to this particular set as my "Chinese roast pork bun" molds because they're reminiscent of the Cha Siu Bao pork buns that I so miss from my NYC days. I now have to travel an hour and a half to Trader Joe's to satisfy my craving. I buy about twelve packages at a time and always am questioned by the check-out person.
A set of what I call my "Devo'" molds, after the Akron, OH art punk band from the 1970s and 80s. I swear every time I look at these, I hear Devo's song and imagine a private show with the miniature band.
These four molds are the rather snooty Art Deco gang. Of all of my molds, these are the four that tend to look down upon the others, most likely due to the extra decorative shapes. These would work for an elaborate tomato aspic, not a working woman's whipped-cream-and-mandarin-oranges treat.
An advertisement for Jell-O brand gelatin, promoting its savory flavors - Mixed Vegetable, Celery, Seasoned Tomato, and Italian Salad. My Grandmother made a savory Jell-O salad weekly and claimed that whatever leftovers she added seemed to keep their freshness longer than usual. I feel obligated to investigate the science behind that one!

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  • This is such lovely, visceral writing that I got sniffly reliving childhood memories of my own sweet grandparents. Thank you for this :)

  • Please keep the collection!

    I love them also and have found new uses for them. My current bathroom has one of those horrid 6 bulb, builder grade light fixtures. It’s a smallish bathroom so 6 lights (even lower wattage ones) overpowered the space. So I put bulbs in only the 2 middle sockets. But that looked tacky and unfinished to me so I taped 4 of my “rather snooty art deco” molds (exactly like picture 7) over the empty sockets. The molds’ shape actually mirrors the outline of fixture.

    I’ve actually had people ask where I got the vintage light from. Not telling…

    • Wow! What a wonderful idea. Thanks so much for sharing it! Caitlin
      P.S. I am definitely keeping the collection :)

  • What a charming post. I have two old copper molds (maybe they’re copper coated aluminum, who knows!) that I’ve never used. I tried to give them to Goodwill, but for some reason couldn’t let go of them. I think I’m going to use them as planters.

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