The other day we had some Jello Cake that had been sitting in the fridge for a while (where's Steven when you need him?!) along with some blueberries that were going soft. The inspiration came to make an English Trifle, something that I haven't done in years because my husband doesn't really care for it. However, it brings back fond memories of my childhood, so I made it anyway. Wayne said it actually wasn't too bad; the pudding hadn't turned the cake into mush yet. I remember my grandmother's trifle having chunks of cake and cubes of jello; maybe combining the two beforehand helped with the "mushy" factor.