Sometimes, Food IS Love I don’t care what they say, it’s all about the whipped cream. One of my best early childhood memories is sitting in my highchair parked in front of a cut glass bowl of whipped cream. Total bliss. Rate this:Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterPinterestTumblrLinkedInFacebookRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “Sometimes, Food IS Love” Add yours I TOTALLY AGREE!! Love that fancy photo! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.