My Mom made beautiful whipped cream at home. She grew up on a farm back in the day. So, when we went out and ordered something with whipped cream on it, she would give it the taste test and declare whether it was real or not. I miss Moms.
Oh, ‘Dita - I miss my mom too, hunny!!
My best friend (who I am caring for post surgery, here at my house), can tell the difference, too. I have tried to sneak in the ‘spray out of a can’ whipped cream, and that frozen stuff in plastic containers, and she always knows.
So, out comes the electric mixer, and the ‘heavy cream’ that comes in a small carton (for $10 - lol) and the sugar dispenser, and make the REAL stuff. (And, you know what? It really IS much better!)
Our Moms knew......................didn’t they?