Bought a can of Trader Joe’s whipped cream yesterday. It’s the only spray whipped cream I’ve found that doesn’t have carrageenan in it — that’s the MSG derivative that gives me migraines and makes Sarah even more hyper than usual.

If there is any cream left after Easter Dinner, I will bring it home. Then Sarah and Rachel can stand in front of the open refrigerator and spray whipped cream into their mouths. It makes them happy, and makes me smile.

It’s the Simple Things