A Passing Thought on Whipped Cream…
With my tongue ‘licking my cheek’, I’ve always said “when I die just bury me in a “vat of whipped cream”…. what a send off! There’s nothing better than that thick froth from the cow’s butter cream.. So it’s funny that when my morning coffee slips across my 'buds' there’s not a hint of anything except the flavor of the bean. Nothing ‘half ‘ed’, nothing ‘percent’ed’ and heaven forbid nothing ‘skimmed’…. ooooh, skimmed .... off what! Never mind, I don’t want to think about it…. maybe I’m a purest, but probably I’m just old (fashioned, that is).
But, back to the “when I die” part….. bring on the cream and raise your ‘mugs’, wineglasses and smiles to all the joys in life !! Yours ….. and mine…
The Cabin Farm, though, since I'm alive and kicking, provides coffee your way! That’s how ‘old-fashioned’ I really am ……
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