Yesterday at Costco we picked up a quart of heavy whipping cream. Why, I’m not exactly sure… I know Papa wanted to make half-and-half for Gema’s coffee, though. In any case, it’d be the first time we’ve had a quart of heavy whipping cream sitting around.
This morning, as part of our usual Saturday morning ritual of making some unusually tasty breakfast (like pancakes or waffles) we decided to make french toast with hot chocolate, and a bowl of whipped cream to top it all off (literally). I wasn’t sure how much cream to whip up, but guessing it would expand about 200% I poured a cup and a half into a chilled bowl. (I read that if the whipping cream gets too warm from the friction, it’ll turn out worse.) I was planning on using a whisk, but I couldn’t find it so I went the electric-eggbeater route. I took a little taste as it was getting close to done and it was alright but not the greatest. But then Kyle added a dash of vanilla and a couple tablespoons of sugar, and maaaaan… it was so good. I had a couple small spoonfuls but knew that I should hold off until the french toast was ready.

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Anyway, he used to squeeze a lemon in his tea which made it a bit better. Recently though, he decided to use the pulverizer attachment that comes with our electric egg-beater/mixer (it mixes more than just eggs of course, but it kinda looks like an egg beater with the rotating whisks). The attachment is a round container with a blade in it. When you connect the mixer to the blade/container thing and turn it on, it spins pretty fast (as you would expect. I’d feel ripped off if it didn’t spin fast). The stuff you put in it gets blended into a pulp. So Pa throws a whole lemon in there and blends it up, rind, pith ‘n all. …
A neighbor left a Spongebob pinata on our doorstep a while back. Bob is now strapped to the ceiling in the room where Carl and the boys do yoga every morning. Luke finds it creepy because whenever he does shoulder-stands, Spongebob is staring right down at him… (And there’s something creepy about a guy who is always smiling, don’t you think? —Luke)

