“The only thing that would make this better would have been a little dollop of whipped cream.” I smiled. “Oh, I can make some.” “Make it?” She stared at me. “Who died and made you Martha Stewart?” I grabbed the heavy cream from the fridge and pulled out my new mini food chopper. “Dawson asked for one of these for Christmas, and they were so cute, I got one for myself too.” I poured the cream into the chopper along with a tablespoon of sugar and a splash of vanilla. Then, I pulsed the chopper for ten seconds.
