I know, I know, this looks like a more modern picture than I usually post, but bear with me.
When I was little, I loved to watch Mother as she poured cream into the bowl of her stand mixer, lowered the beater into the bowl and turned the mixer to high. We kids watched, spellbound, as the cream gradually began to thicken and Mother added Confectioner's Sugar a little bit at a time as the mixer whirred on. Mother was very good at desserts and her kitchen- produced whipped cream almost always came together. This process was probably even more interesting to watch as we knew that at the end, once she had scraped the newly whipped cream into the serving bowl, we would be given the mixer and bowl to lick.
But even for Mother, the process was not foolproof and occasionally she would be distracted (certainly not by us) and little yellow globules of butter would emerge.
Add to this the fact that this method had to be performed at the very last minute (between dinner and dessert) with Daddy waiting impatiently at the dining room table.
In 1954, when I was 8, a wonderful product was brought onto the market. The canister contained what was promised as real whipped cream, that was packaged under pressure. By gently depressing a nozzle supported by a short spring, we were promised that fully whipped cream would emerge.
Daddy's Mother and our own Mother were absolutely delighted with the promise of this new product. They planned a family meal the culmination of which would be homemade pie topped with this new miracle product. Mother had promised Billy that he could be the first to dispense this treat. Everyone was still seated around our large dining room table, all of us and our grandparents primed for this wonderful new experience.
Billy, standing at Mother's place at the table, slowly lowered the canister, pointing it toward the first piece of pie. All of us held our breath, the adults as primed as the kids.
It turned out though, that Grandma, who always seemed unflappable to us kids, was the most excited of us all. Acting completely out of character, she stepped forward .
"This really should be done by a grown-up." she announced, as she took the can out from Billy's outstretched hand.
She quickly lowered the can, disregarding the fact that the can was no longer aimed downwards. She pressed down on the nozzle and a stream of whipped cream shot across the table and landed six feet away in Daddy's lap.
This was met with dead silence. Inwardly we children might have been cheering her performance, but outwardly we were braced to see how Daddy would react. We could well imagine what his reaction would have been if Billy had done this…
But Grandma was his own Mother and he simply began to laugh. All of us delightedly joined in. Even Grandma was laughing as she shook her head ruefully and handed the can back to Billy.
The event still lives in family stories long after the novelty of whipped cream in a can has worn off.
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am I the only one who love whipped cream like, LOVES LOVES WHIPPED CREAM…
I would anything for 3 of these always in my fridge
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CON REDDI WIP, SORPRENDE A MAMÁ CON ALGO DULCE, DELICIOSO Y ESPECIAL
CON REDDI WIP, SORPRENDE A MAMÁ CON ALGO DULCE, DELICIOSO Y ESPECIAL
Hay muchas maneras de disfrutar Reddi Wip y este mes de mayo para celebrar a mamá, queremos compartirte diferentes formas de consentirla; con un desayuno, una bebida o un postre. ¡Convierte este Día de las Madres en un momento extraordinario con el dulce sabor de la crema batida hecha con ingredientes naturales, Reddi Wip!
A las mamás les gustan los regalos hechos con cariño y sabemos que una de…
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