Fresh strawberries ready to be devoured with some homemade whipped cream

May 24, 2020 In Recipes

Strawberries & Fresh Whipped Cream

Humor me as I’m on the hunt for creative ways to entertain my household of 8 during quarantine! We have made homemade whipped cream almost everyday for the last week for dessert. My seven-year old son Percy has become enchanted with cooking during Corona so we decided to host our own cooking show. My thirteen-year old daughter Elise filmed and edited our one and only go at it! I was in my pink “Paris” PJ bottoms and Finn, the four-year old provided comedic relief. You may catch him picking his nose! Oh my! As I have said many times, all my recipes are easy and kid-friendly. If you give our first “ROUGH” go at a family-friendly, no-frills family cooking show a thumbs up in the comments, we will come back with more!! I’m crossing my fingers because it was actually a lot of fun!

Hope you have a fun and safe Memorial Day!

5 from 5 votes

Strawberries and Fresh Whipped Cream

A fresh, summery treat

Course Dessert, Snack

Keyword seasonal, strawberries, strawberry, summer, whipped cream

Ingredients

1 cup heavy organic cream
1 tsp vanilla
2 tbsp Sugar
1 qt Strawberries

Instructions

Chill your bowl and whisks in freezer for 10 minutes before if it's a hot summer day.
Whip cream, vanilla, and sugar together at medium speed for 5-10 minutes. It should be light and airy like a cumulus cloud. Careful you don't whip to fast or long or it will start to turn lumpy like butter.
Serve with fresh strawberries

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May our lives reflect the Truth:

Hope is real

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Life is a privilege

We exist for a purpose

Grace is available

Love prevails

God has us.

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