Whipped-creamy

[…] but they’re too whipped-creamy for ord’-nary housekeepin’. I keep my flour in a beer-keg, […]

In short, he was as sensitive to color and what you can do with color as Salvador Dali, who said, “I dream of a film designed only in blacks and whites, and the whole spectrum of grays in between, but shot on color stock.” This would result in the silkiest and most velvety of blacks and the frostiest and whipped-creamiest of whites.

In my mind, the winning technique/proportion is whatever one is most whipped-creamy in fluffiness, most buttery in flavor.

[…] a yard of light green water, adorned with what appeared to be saucers of whipped cream. […] He glared at the absurd whipped-creamy water and staggered under it to the hall, where Bell serenely directed its location.

And then he wheeled over that beautiful pastry cart and we topped off the whole thing with the biggest, juiciest, whipped-creamiest napoleon in the entire city of Washington.

Shosanna takes a whipped-creamy bite of strudel.