Easy Pineapple Dessert


Easy Pineapple Dessert Recipe
Ingredients:

1/2 tin condensed milk (or adjust to taste)

1 tub (8 oz) cool whip

Method:

Drain the crushed pineapple to remove excess juice.

In a large bowl, combine the condensed milk, cool whip, and crushed pineapple. Mix well.

Transfer the mixture into small dessert bowls or a large serving bowl.

Refrigerate for 5-6 hours until the dessert is set.

Your yummy pineapple dessert is now ready to be served and enjoyed!

Tip: For a homemade touch, you can substitute cool whip with homemade whipped cream. Simply beat 1.5 cups of cold whipping cream until stiff peaks form, then gently fold in the condensed milk and crushed pineapple. Refrigerate as above. This option adds a fresh creaminess to the dessert, making it even more special.

This Easy Pineapple Dessert is sure to be a crowd-pleaser, offering a burst of tropical flavor that’s both refreshing and satisfying.

Credit: Home Remedies Easy

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