We have a running joke in our family surrounding whipped cream. I don't quite recall how it started but somehow whipped cream quickly became known as the cure-all for depression. Whenever it is part of a meal, one of us is bound to start feeling "depressed" which means we have full permission to open up and enjoy an entire mouthful of the stuff. Gross? Maybe. But I PROMISE it always lightens the mood!
(No, she never did actually get her mouth on it in case you were wondering...)
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