I don’t think the photographer has a clue.
I said, WHIP IT GOOD.
Sam and I sat at the table for lunch and he is feeling good enough today for a large slice of Tippin’s cherry pie.
My mom always called it “Dream Whip.” Because Dream Whip was the cheap powdered version of Cool Whip, which was the millionaire version of fake whipped cream, for which I never knew was a thing. Fake whipped cream? No, whipped cream is whipped cream, also known as the glorious white stuff that makes everything better and is made by opening the little powder packet and mixing it with milk, OR, it’s the stuff that comes in the blue and white plastic tub, better known as the leftover bowl that gets used over and over and over again, because millionaire plastic is rare and must be treasured.
In a completely different stratosphere was the gold-plated Redi-Whip that came in a can and was only for Presidents and Queens of England and William Buffetts, for which I was not and neither was anyone in my family, so Redi-Whip never saw the inside of our refrigerator.
All that to say, I thought whipped cream was Dream Whip/Cool Whip/Redi-Whip. I had no clue you could actually WHIP CREAM and make real heaven on earth.
Sam calls it “whip.” As in, “I need to put some whip on my piece of pie.”
And his whip ends up being more than the pie itself. You can’t have too much whip. Whip-away. Whip it good.
I am grateful today for whip, whether the cheap version, the millionaire version, the version for Kings and Queens, or the real version. Whip is good, so whip it good.
I am grateful for laughter at the lunch table.
I am grateful that lunch is lunch. Supper is supper. And dinner is fancy supper. At least in our world, it is. Several times now in small town USA, I’ve had to do a double take, because there are several people here who think dinner is lunch. It complicates matters when you invite someone over for fancy supper and they show up 6-7 hours early.
Finally, I am grateful that Sam is feeling better and stayed home from work for an ENTIRE week. Flu is no joke, and it did not cause laughter at the lunch table.
One more thing:
Whip is a funny word when you use it so many times.