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3 Ingredient Strawberry Dole Whip

This recipe is one of my absolute favorites for the summer. And I hope you guys like it too!

Ingredients

Pineapple juice: I use 100% Dole juice.

Frozen strawberries: The frozen berries not only provide the strawberry flavor but also help to thicken up the whip.

Vanilla ice cream: The addition of ice cream makes this whip extra creamy. Full-fat ice cream works best in this recipe. You can make your own vanilla ice cream at home or buy store-bought.

How to Make It

Prep blender. Pour the juice, strawberries, and ice cream into a blender. I like to add the ingredients in that order because I find it doesn’t clog up the blender blades if I do it that way.

Blend. Blend everything up in the blender at high speed until the ingredients are combined. You can adjust the consistency of the mixture by adding more pineapple juice or frozen strawberries.

Serve. Pour the strawberry Dole Whip into glasses or bowls, grab a spoon, and nyte(enjoy)!

Tips

Get the perfect consistency. If you like a thicker consistency, add some more ice cream. Start with a Tablespoon or two at a time until it’s how you want it. If you want something thinner, pour in more pineapple juice. Go easy when adding more juice so it doesn’t thin out too much.

Add the juice first. If you add the pineapple juice to the blender first, then the berries and ice cream, it makes it easier for the blender blades to get going. Adding the frozen berries first can sometimes make it difficult for the blades to move. 

Sweeten. The vanilla ice cream adds sweetness, but if you’d like yours to be a little bit sweeter, you can add a small amount of powdered sugar or sweetener of choice (I personally don't use one but someone I know does, and she uses a strawberry jam.) Again, add a little bit at a time and always taste before adding more so you don’t overdo it.

Piping. If you’d like to pipe your strawberry Dole Whip into a cup, (like soft-serve ice cream), place the whip into a large zip-top bag. Freeze the bag for 5 minutes, then cut a ½ inch off the tip of one corner of the bag and pipe it into a swirl. You can also use a piping bag and a large star frosting tip.

When you serve you whip, you can put a garnish, make a float, or put it in a cone. It's your choice, and whatever works for your preferences is what you should do. I hope you enjoy this recipe how I enjoy it, and have a lovely day!❤

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Må Gud lede din vei med velsignelser. - My mother(Oct. 1st, 2019)

A little context; my mother said this to me on my birthday after gifting me an old cross necklace that had broken. I loved my mother for this, and she is the most sweetest person I have in my life.

Translation: May God guide your path with blessings.

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This Is Not My Car

My first horror post!! Slight grammar/spelling mistakes because English isn't my first language, sorry!

Warnings: blood, slight gore with details, nothing else I think

         I was 11 years old and sitting in the back of my parents' minivan. We were on our way to my grandparents house for one of our 3 yearly visits. I was sitting in the middle seat of the middle row in the van, my father driving and my mother in the passenger seat. I was singing with my mother to one of our favorite songs, while my father laughed at our antics. These moments were fun. Especially since they were rare. 

         Both my parents were always really busy with work, so I was left at home a lot, with our nanny of course. They said I was too young to be home alone. So I was gonna enjoy this moment while it lasted. 

         We had been driving for at least 7 hours now, my grandparents live across the state. So of course I was getting pretty tired. I tried to stay awake, but couldn't fight the battle for too long, and soon the tiredness I felt took over me and I fell asleep. I had no idea what I was about to wake up to.

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         All of a sudden I woke up with a start, being met with only pitch blackness surrounding all sides of me. I looked around me– all of our luggage was gone. Which was strange, really strange. But I didn't think much of it, maybe my parents moved the luggage behind me to the back seat while I slept. 

         My parents– where are my parents? I unbuckled my seat and leaned forward. Both seats were empty. So where are they? 

         Suddenly the pitch black void was broken by a small light in the distance and–wait was that a horn? 

         I tried to focus on hearing and my sight, and I heard it again. A horn, clear as day, and two small bright lights approaching. 

It was a train!

       I lurched back in fear and shock as I looked around me hurriedly. Stopping when my eyes make contact with a door handle. The door! I reached for it, and tugged–nothing. I quickly turned and tugged the other door handle–nothing again. I started to panic and clambered into the front seats, reaching for the driver's door first– nothing! I again reached for the other door–nothing!

         WHY ARE ALL THE DOORS LOCKED!? I started to bang on the windows, trying so hard for something. Nothing, nothing, nothing, and nothing again!

         I then looked through the windshield, the lights were getting closer and the horn was getting louder. I was running out of time!

         I then remembered the keys. The keys of course! They had to be somewhere in here! I looked around the front seat and in the two compartments, nothing of course. But I wasn't going to give up! I clambered to the back seat, and suddenly a sharp pain went through my leg. I screamed in agony, and looked down. There was glass everywhere, and some in my leg, blood slowly pouring out of the wounds. Maybe the panic I was in made me not realize the glass.

But where was it from??

         I looked around and then up toward the skylight. It was broken! Maybe I could get out! I sat up quickly and studied it. No, it was too small, and even if I broke it the rest of the way I wouldn't fit  my whole body through. I gave up on the idea and got to the back seat. The loud horn of the train, a dreadful reminder to hurry up.

         As I moved into the back seat my shin hit a solid object. I screamed in pain again and doubled over. My hand flew out to feel for the object, it was a suitcase! I felt for the zipper and found it along with the handle. I quickly used all my strength to pull the suitcase up onto the seat so I could open it. I was excited as I tried to unzip the suitcase as quickly as I could. I assumed I would find maybe the keys, or something to break one of the windows. And I jumped for joy inside, but as I flipped open the top my smile grew to a look of horror. Because instead of seeing the keys–

         I saw my mothers broken and bloody body, cramped into the tight space of the suitcase. She was dead. Her eyes wide and her mouth agape in a look of pure terror as her empty gaze looked forward. There was nothing to help me escape–

         I was silent for a moment. Stuck in a state of shock. Before it broke into a blood curdling scream, hot tears streaming down my face as my hands covered my mouth in shock and terror. Just like how my mother looked. As I cried, the horn of the train went off again like it was mocking my agony. In my fury, I climbed into the middle row again and started kicking at the windows and doors, in a futile attempt to open them.

         The rocking I caused of the car made something on the roof fall from it and onto the windshield. I clambered toward it, the lights from the train so bright, almost too bright. But I could tell I still had time, but I needed to hurry! I got closer to the windshield to see what fell onto it. It was at the top so I could tell a  part of it was still on the roof. So I got closer, ignoring the digging of the glass into my leg. I once again screamed in terror–it was hand! 

         And not any hand, it was my father's hand! I fell back, and soon my gaze fell onto something shining in my father's hands, hanging on his middle finger. It was the keys! I then remembered the skylight– I could stick my hand through! 

         I quickly sat up, the realization of both my parents being dead was heavy, but I needed to survive. They would want me too, wouldn't they? I sat on my knees on the middle console, the leather was pressing into my wounds but I had to ignore it. I reached up and into the broken skylight, the glass ripping my skin open, even more blood pouring out of the fresh wound and down my arm. I sat up more onto my knees so I could put my arm all the way through. Once I got a good distance in, trying so hard to ignore the pain pounding through my arm, I moved my arm around. Trying to find my father's.

         Eventually I felt the coldness of my father's skin on his arm and grabbed it. I slowly pulled it toward me and eventually got the whole arm inside. Finally realizing the unbearable pain I felt in my arm. I looked down at it and realized how practically ripped apart it was from the broken glass. Blood poured out of the wounds and onto the leather of the seats and console and onto my clothes. 

         I felt like I was going to pass out and vomit at the same time. But the noise of the train's horn was almost deafening and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and noticed how blinding the lights were. 

I was almost out of time!

         I dropped my father's hand, the guilt immediately stabbing my heart as I climbed into the driver's seat. I hurriedly lifted the keys and tried to get them into the keyhole. I struggled as the lights from the train and the deafening noise of the horn distracted me. But I eventually got the key in!

         I smiled and laughed breathlessly as I gripped the key and turned it. Nothing happened. My smile almost immediately fell, my excitement was soon replaced with despair as I looked up and saw the train was almost about to crash into me. I quickly looked back down and turned the key again. The car didn't turn on! What was happening!? I pulled out the key and assumed that maybe I put it in wrong or too violently. But as I pulled it out and looked at it, I saw that the key belonged to a Toyota–

We own a Honda.

Hi guys! This is my first post, and even though I've had this post for a while, I had been really shy to post. But I finally decided to post! I hope whoever reads this likes the story and I will post as often as possible.

Thank you!❤