Today, I got down the old shaker, filled it with vanilla ice cream, milk, caramel syrup and a healthy helping of the powdered malt a local burger joint owner graciously orders for me once a year or so. I had forgotten how the aluminum iced up on the exterior during the shaking process, but unlike my dad, I didn't forget to hold the small lid with my finger. No restaurant can top a home-made malted milk shake!
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Saturday, March 16, 2013
Back When Shakes Were Shaken
Today, I got down the old shaker, filled it with vanilla ice cream, milk, caramel syrup and a healthy helping of the powdered malt a local burger joint owner graciously orders for me once a year or so. I had forgotten how the aluminum iced up on the exterior during the shaking process, but unlike my dad, I didn't forget to hold the small lid with my finger. No restaurant can top a home-made malted milk shake!
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