whip it, whip it good
I'm not gonna lie. I've been wanting to blog for awhile. Ok, a long while. It's hard when your computer currently lives at your old house, and you currently live at your new house. Throw in actually moving, Thanksgiving, and a bunch of friends visiting for Turkey Day break...all this makes it hard for me to get my blog on.
Anyhoo...
If you've met my family...you already know this, but we are a little wierd. Ok, a lot. I had a boyfriend that once told my parents "stop making my girlfriend wierd!!" He was probably right, but that's what's so great about the Schwy's. We just like to have a good time, and that and being wierd, usually go hand in hand.
Turkey Day seems to bring out the best in us. Maybe it's all the food and the fact we all get a break from work and school, but we just get little more loony here in the end of November. We had Thanksgiving at our new house this year, which was great. It really made it feel more like our family home. Anyhoo, I was making some whip cream in our whip cream maker (WCM--no house is complete without one) and asked my brother-in-law Jeff to test it out for me. He comes over, opens up his mouth and I pull the trigger. Now, in a perfect world, whip cream is supposed to come out. But, by some freak occurence a flying piece of what sounded like schrapnel comes barrelling out of the WCM. Jeff pulls back yelling "I'm bleeding!" Being the kind, loving sister-in-law that I am I start laughing hysterically. I mean, who wouldn't?!? When I pulled myself together, I looked and there was in fact cuts on the back of his throat from this mystery object that came out of the WCM. We figure it was a fluke and put the WCM in the fridge to wait for later.
After a rousing game of Cranium we all gathered back for dessert (a lovely pumpkin crisp made by moi) We get out the WCM thinking surely all the debris has exited, and the whip cream is now safe to eat. Think again. The whip cream is coming out, not whipped, but simply as cream. So, mom goes to unscrew the top, thinking we will probably have to load another CO2 cartridge because apparently the last one exploded in Jeff's mouth. Think again, again. As she is unscrewing it, the WCM explodes-- spewing whip cream all over the kitchen, but mostly on mom and I. Yum-my.
In the end, we had to result to Cool Whip. And let's be honest, that's just not quite as fun.
Anyhoo...
If you've met my family...you already know this, but we are a little wierd. Ok, a lot. I had a boyfriend that once told my parents "stop making my girlfriend wierd!!" He was probably right, but that's what's so great about the Schwy's. We just like to have a good time, and that and being wierd, usually go hand in hand.
Turkey Day seems to bring out the best in us. Maybe it's all the food and the fact we all get a break from work and school, but we just get little more loony here in the end of November. We had Thanksgiving at our new house this year, which was great. It really made it feel more like our family home. Anyhoo, I was making some whip cream in our whip cream maker (WCM--no house is complete without one) and asked my brother-in-law Jeff to test it out for me. He comes over, opens up his mouth and I pull the trigger. Now, in a perfect world, whip cream is supposed to come out. But, by some freak occurence a flying piece of what sounded like schrapnel comes barrelling out of the WCM. Jeff pulls back yelling "I'm bleeding!" Being the kind, loving sister-in-law that I am I start laughing hysterically. I mean, who wouldn't?!? When I pulled myself together, I looked and there was in fact cuts on the back of his throat from this mystery object that came out of the WCM. We figure it was a fluke and put the WCM in the fridge to wait for later.
After a rousing game of Cranium we all gathered back for dessert (a lovely pumpkin crisp made by moi) We get out the WCM thinking surely all the debris has exited, and the whip cream is now safe to eat. Think again. The whip cream is coming out, not whipped, but simply as cream. So, mom goes to unscrew the top, thinking we will probably have to load another CO2 cartridge because apparently the last one exploded in Jeff's mouth. Think again, again. As she is unscrewing it, the WCM explodes-- spewing whip cream all over the kitchen, but mostly on mom and I. Yum-my.
In the end, we had to result to Cool Whip. And let's be honest, that's just not quite as fun.
This is Dad, Me, Cari, and Mom with the big inflatable turkey on Thanksgiving. My mom collects turkeys, so Cari and I got this for her as a joke. I'm sure our new neighbors are thrilled that we and our big inflatable turkey moved into the neighborhood. It's only begun...
I love you all and hope that your Thanksgivings were just as much fun as mine.
posted by katie at 12:49 AM
3 Comments:
You're not gonna lie?!! Well if that isn't a davidism i dont know what is!! :o) you haven't told me about your thanksgiving silly! i feel like i haven't seen you in 20 years...i'm sad :( let's get together soooooooooon!!!
Kate! Dude, that is hilarious...albeit a little dangerous. We stuck to Reddi-Whip, and it didn't dissapoint.
Thanks for the pic on the right. I really DO look like a gramma!
Miss you girl. It was SOOOO good to see you.
Only in our family could one be shot in the back of the throat with a WCM!!!! Jeff is so lucky to have married into our wacky and sometimes dangerous family! haha!
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