Laura, you would be so proud: I whipped my own cream yesterday. In fact, I was pretty proud of myself, so if you’re underwhelmed, that’s ok.
[This isn’t mine–I forgot to take a picture. But I swear it looked like this. Maybe not quite as prettily styled.]
Lee and I were in the grocery store getting supplies for dessert on Sunday, and one of the items we needed was Cool Whip. Simple enough. Except that Lee has been reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma
and couldn’t help pointing out that Cool Whip is basically chemically contrived. It contains no milk or cream at all, and water is its most natural ingredient. Ick.
So, the only thing left to do was put on my big girl britches and whip some freaking cream, you know? On the upside, I got a nice arm workout with that whisk.
Just don’t make me look at the ingredients in my Jalepeno chips. For the love of God. Don’t make me do it.