I'm in a milkshake phase right now. I guess my entire life, thus far, has been an ice cream phase, but sometimes I just really adore milkshakes. I'm a thick-enough-for-a-spoon milkshake kinda gal, and I've been blending up some delightful cookies 'n' cream shakes for several nights in a row now. The ice cream is gone, and I am now eating the last of the shakes. Sam is working late, so I thought I could polish off the last of it. Turns out, as I blended, it probably could have made two moderately-sized shakes, but I already had it in my mind that the last baby would be all mine. So now I am enjoying this bad boy all by myself. (sorry, sam.) And I am savoring it with this lovely little spoon that Bria stole from the Blue Plate Diner almost exactly a year ago.
I am sorry I have had nothing to post lately. I have had so many things I wanted to post, but then, when executed in my kitchen, they have turned into sad culinary disasters. I'm in a kitchen rut, that's for sure. I'll kick this funk soon (I hope) and return with something to tickle your taste buds.
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This is going to sound weird. When I'm eating ice cream, I either want to eat it with a teeny-tiny spoon (like the tasting spoons at Coldstone or wherever) or a HUGE spoon, like the kind you use to serve a casserole. Normal spoons will not do.
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