A review of the blog, should one be so inclined as to take one, would return a nil result on the question of "milkshakes." The only ones that have crossed the threshold here since the blog began have come from Sonic, Cook-Out, or Steak 'N Shake, more than likely. As someone who, in high school and college, felt he was quite the homemade milkshake maker, I sure have left behind those inclinations, although let's acknowledge that storebought cartons of ice cream were the fundamental ingredient in those. And then came National Vanilla Milkshake Day, a catalyst to action in the unending pursuit of contrived variety to keep me from being so rutted in routines around here. I threw together the base for a creamy batch of homemade vanilla bean ice cream on Sunday, then churned it on Monday, and then it was fully frozen and ready to go into a blendered milkshake by Tuesday evening's dessert time.
And what's the verdict? Those were some spectacular vanilla bean milkshakes.
The end of spring, the summer solstice, and the start of summer played out in another multi-day string of blah and grey and rain and wet. The weather pattern remained stuck over us, its unending sameness a literal water torture of the soul and spirit. While we missed our sunshine and outside time, there was enough to do around the house and on my laptop. Sumner's refuge could be found in his extended naps in his various favorite spots, including the loveseat nestled in the floor-to-ceiling dormer on the third floor.
"Vanilla Ice Cream" (p. 35-36), from Bi-Rite Creamery's Sweet Cream and Sugar Cones, by Kris Hoogerhyde, Anne Walker, and Dabney Gough. Berkeley: Ten Speed Press (2012).
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