Cream!

I just finishing a cup of Chai, topped with ample whipped cream. I enjoyed it-- enough to want to write about cream. When there's a container of whipping cream in the house, I abandon polite instincts to take a mouthful straight from the carton and hold it in my mouth to enjoy its creamy thickness. (Don't worry, guests, I'd never do this with your cream!) It's not really about the taste, but the texture. For me, the texture of cream gives me comfort- thick, sticking to the walls of my mouth and my tongue, rolling down my throat.

Pumpkin pie is nothing without the whipped cream. Those fancy drinks at Starbucks? Leaving out the whipped to save calories is molesting the drink. I sometimes buy the brand of yogurt that has the cream on top. I eat the cream and give the yogurt to the dogs. Think about your root beer or coke float. What is it that creates that lovely foam? Cream! How do I know that? Homemade floats at Einstein's. Half and half with coke. Ice milk can't offer the silky taste of ice cream.

One of my favorite rock groups in the 70's was Cream.

Cream and dream rhyme. That's no coincidence.