I never understood Cool Whip. It's so easy to make whipped cream.

Lisah is me. I mean, whipping cream by hand takes what, three minutess? And you can make as much or as little as you need, make it as sweet as you want, add other flavors (I am particularly fond of whipped cream with a shot of vanilla Stoli)...maybe if I were camping I'd want something more shelf-stable, but I don't camp. So I don't understand the niche that Cool Whip fills.

Heh. It took a lot of explanations for me to understand the differences between the different words for whips and cremes English speakers use when I started reading and posting recipes in English. In Hebrew there are two words for all of those, and it's very confusing.

I don't know if this been posted here before, but I thought this might interest you.

Yes, but it requires buying cream and then whipping it ... there was a time when (a) a natural product and (b) work were regarded as BAD things (this is the same time that gave us Jell-O and, um, everything).

Hey, Jello is natural. It's just sugar and cows' hooves. OK, and artificial color and flavor....

So I don't understand the niche that Cool Whip fills.

A similar niche to margarine, I'm thinking.

I'm still very sad. I keep thinking about how I woke up today in a world without George Carlin. He was one of the world's checks and balances.

My grandmother who grew up on farms and ranches, had a homemade pie and cake in her house at most times I can remember, and made a dinner with meat, veggie (often grown in her garden) and bread every night - used cool whip through most of my childhood that I remember. I am not sure if it was the fact that she was only using a spoonful or two a day, or if it was that she considered the cream you could get at the grocery such an inferior product to what she grew up with that she didn;t think cool whip all that much worse. It really didn't jive with the rest of her though.

I'm still very sad. I keep thinking about how I woke up today in a world without George Carlin. He was one of the world's checks and balances.

House Next Door is gathering clips and obits. I think I love this comment the best:

Anybody who says anything like "He's in a better place" or "He's with the angels" or "God rest his soul" never really listened to a word he said and can go fuck themselves.

I really only eat real whipped cream now, but as a kid I had no idea it even existed-- seriously. We also only ate margarine, canned vegetables, Potato Buds, Minute Rice velveeta cheese, gravy that came in a package that says "brown" etc, etc. My grandmother would also occasionally prepare Spam WITH CLOVES, LIKE A HAM.

Or you would have roast beef one night. The next night we would have roast beef sandwiches. Then roast beef pieces in "brown" gravy over potatoes or rice. Then maybe Roast beef, potatoes and gravy in a dish with bisquick on top from the oven. THEN, Roast beef hash with potatoes and peppers put through a meat grinder.

Then the same thing the next week with a ham.

We actually did have fresh stuff in the summer because we lived next door to a farm.

Anybody who says anything like "He's in a better place" or "He's with the angels" or "God rest his soul" never really listened to a word he said and can go fuck themselves.

Actually, this quote makes me hope the Westboro Baptist idiots picket his funeral so that everybody in attendance just starts laughing uncontrollably at them and walks over to tell them how absolutely hilarious George would have found that. And calls them idiots. And laughs at them more. And then walk away laughing.

I grew up on margarine and had to adjust to the taste of butter when I came to NY. What was/is considered the benefit of margarine?