The story of 70 lbs of strawberries and why my brother and I aren't allowed to go to the grocery together

70 lbs is not a typo: my brother and grandfather really came home from the farm with 70 lbs of strawberries, hand-picked. After cleaning and capping berries all day we were finally ready to sit down to gnash on all things strawberries: smoothies, angel food cake, plain strawberries, strawberries and cream, milkshakes and mixed fruit salads.  Now two of these require the accompaniment of whipped cream, so off to the grocery go Ian and I.

We were aso looking for spelt flour and the boy wanted to know if ginger brew is as good as I said so there was a significant amount of looking around to do.  After getting all of the grocery requisites we split off; I get whipping cream and he looks for spelt.  Finding Ian in the baking aisle unsuccessful on his quest yet turning around and deciding he likes pudding.  We load the cart with about 7 different types of pudding at which point he sees my heavy whipping cream and he says "no, I said whipped cream!" to anyone who lives under a rock, (probably the only acceptable excuse for not knowing) whipped cream is whipping cream plus air.  So I said to Boy, "I got it."  He then escorted me to the dairy section and pointed out the RediWhip.  As it was on sale, we would get two and I discovered the blue can which is the EXTRA CREAMY variety. Assuming that eating whipped cream is all about how creamy the product is, I pulled out two of these cans.  Boy said NOOOOOOOOO you have to get one that is original, to which I told him how sad he would feel eating the regular kind and lacking the ultra creamy experience.  I was poo poo'd.

We then went to two more groceries to find spelt, one being the store where he works (he didn't even know where the baking isle is!)  Whole Foods was the jackpot, carrying not only bagged spelt, but also bulk spelt  and 231435114 other awesome bulk items.  Running around trying to get boy to taste test the pita chips and veggie chips and whatever else was free, we ran along the peanut butter grinder and had to grind our own.  Then he learned that other places have different butter and was incredibly amazed and got some english butter.  Finally coming home, my mom took one look at the bags we had, mentally compared the image to how many bags we were supposed to have and sighed.

The culmination of these two stories is this image:

note: whipped cream here is the extra creamy kind

Cara