One night I was reading one of my regular daily blogs and the girl mentioned eating oreos or something with cool whip. MMM yummy! Matt just happened to see this and said something like “how lazy”. I asked what he was talking about and he said the cool whip. He was like why would you buy cool whip when you can just make it. This lead us to a discussion about growing up.
Unlike Matt, my mom didn’t really like to cook. I mean she made meals and stuff but she always said she didn’t like to cook. And I remember several dishes from a kid that I loved but only remember having a few times. Anyhoo, not really the point, Matt grew up with a mom who did like to cook and bake so we both have pretty different opinions about food. It’s really only been in the past few years that I have wanted to become a better cook. (I feel pretty confident in my baking abilities 😉 )
One night while we were at Matt’s parents house, Matt’s mom whipped up some whipped cream to top our strawberries. Who knew you could pour heavy cream in a bowl and beat till whipped? Obviously not this girl. Now I find myself whipping up heavy cream for our strawberries.
I just think it’s funny how the two of us can look at something as simple as “cool-whip” and think two completely different things. I’m not sure what it was about the cool whip conversation that got me but every now and then I find myself thinking about cool whip vs whipped cream. I’ve actually been meaning to write about this for a while. It just hit me as I was standing in the kitchen with heavy cream in my hand.
And as promised, a few more pics.
View from the resort.