WCDSs

I have this quirk. It's kind of a multi-part quirk. And it starts—and ends—with whipped cream.

When I was pregnant with Number Two, I didn't really have cravings. But I hated tea with skim milk in it all of a sudden—it had to be half and half. Margarine was no longer acceptable; nor was nonfat cheese. Obviously, Cool Whip wasn't gonna cut it anymore. Unfortunately, I haven't gone back. I still eat the good versions of butter and whipped cream (though Fat Free Land O'Lakes Half and Half tastes as good as the real thing).

But, you know, you can't eat whipped cream by itself. It's an enhancement. Hence, my Whipped Cream Delivery Systems:

Whipped Cream Delivery System #1:

Café Mocha. I've developed a whole bunch of connections with this one. I don't like coffee, but I love café mocha. I get it when I'm especially tired, or when I go to the post office and drive by the best coffeehouse in 15 miles. It's something I used to do solely for myself, after my kids were both in school full time and my day was my own (and my boss's). When I quit my day job two years ago (I know, can you believe it?! two years!), the first time I went to Starbucks at nine in the morning was a landmark moment. I felt like a grownup. Kind of weird, as I'd been a mother and stuff for a decade, but it was more that I had independence and an identity solely my own. It's renewed slightly every time I get a mocha.

But all that aside, the best part is the whipped cream. You have to slurp it off the top of the coffee immediately, though, or it melts and the whole thing is a waste of time.

Whipped Cream Delivery System #2

Second best is homemade (as in, made at home from powder, not made from scratch—that's too much work) hot chocolate. I put a bit of kahlua or créme de cocoa in it with a couple of shots of half and half. Sometimes I splurge on gourmet hot cocoa. It's my nightcap, a signal that it's okay to relax after a rough or demanding or stressful day.

But. You know. It's all about the whipped cream.

Whipped Cream Delivery System #3

Ice cream.

Because! It's ice cream!

Duh.

Whipped Cream Delivery System #4

The can.

It's my husband's fault. He likes whipped cream shots. I have no idea if he and/or the kids ever sneak a shot just to have a shot. Believe it or not, I don't. But when I use it on either delivery system 2 or 3, I can't help that one extra squirt. I don't know if it's the propulsion chemicals or what, but it never tastes so good.

I know. I'm exceedingly strange. But then, you should know that by now. :)