Posts Tagged milkshake
You probably don’t want to know how much peanut butter I go through in a week. From sandwiches to cookies to spreading on apples, peanut butter joins me in meals at least once a day. At least. And now I’ve started adding it to liquids.
Owning a milkshake machine is a huge responsibility. You have to use it enough to justify the use of precious counter space, but use it much more than that and your waistline will suffer. Mine is gonna suffer for this.
1/2 cup of whole milk*
2 T peanut butter
3 T malt powder or brown sugar, optional
*This recipe isn’t going to be healthy. Don’t bother watering it down with low-fat milk or ice cream. If the calories worry you, I recommend iced tea.)
Combine milk and ice cream in the canister of a milk shake device (Or try a blender. I can’t try a blender; I don’t own one.)
Add peanut butter and mix until smooth. Taste to check the consistency. If it’s too thin, add ice cream. If too thick (unlikely), add a bit of milk. Add malt powder and/or sugar if desired and mix again. I don’t always want it too sweet, but it tastes a lot more like dessert with the malt.
Pour milkshake into a pair of nice big glasses and enjoy.
I’m sick. It’s just a cold but I am not going to stop whining about it until I can stop coughing. When I’m sick, I have all the maturity and stoicism of an exhausted four-year-old. And I wanted a milkshake.
You can see where this is going. I do have a milkshake making contraption. Mr. B’s mother gave it to us years ago and it’s been collecting dust in three different kitchens all that time. But today I thought, how hard can it be?
So I made a milkshake. A proper, grown-up malt with dark chocolate and fantastic coffee ice cream.
It is not what I was craving. I wanted a Wendy’s frostie like my mom used to get me after the orthodontist tortured my poor teeth. I wanted a too-sweet vanilla concoction like Mr. B sometimes picks up for me at Braum’s after a bad day. I made a great milkshake. I just didn’t want a great milkshake. I wanted something less good prepared and brought to me by someone else.
Did I mention that sick me is also a world-class brat?
Anyway, if you are in the mood for a really good milkshake, here it is.
Ingredients (Serves one. No sharing.)
Start with a heaping cup of coffee ice cream. I mean heaping. Okay, let’s just call it a cup and a half.
1 1/2 cups coffee ice cream
1/2 cup whole milk
2 T chocolate malt powder
1 T cocoa powder
Combine all ingredients in a milkshake making contraption (or a blender. A blender would probably work.) . . .
. . .and mix.
Keep mixing until it’s a nice uniform consistency.
Pour into your favorite goblet (Oh come on, I go to the renaissance fair at least twice when it’s in town. Of course I have a goblet.) and top with a dark chocolate coated malt ball (or whopper) and dig around your cabinets until you find a straw. You can’t drink a milkshake without a straw. It’s illegal.
The day’s second dose of Nyquil is kicking in, so you have to wait until I feel better to find out the abominable things I cooked last night. I’m not proud. But they were yummy. You’ll see.