I had my first milkshake when I was three or four years old. I still remember the whole fiasco: my mom was out with her friends that evening and my dad was probably desperate to do something, anything, he couldn’t do while she was around. (He calls her “the Rules,” and apparently while she’s gone the rules don’t apply either.) Anyway, he made me a vanilla milkshake with Oreo cookies, and in the process got milk and melty ice cream all over the countertops, the floor, our faces, etcetera. He also didn’t wash the blender or anything. As I was taking a gulp of the rich, delicious milkshake, “the Rules” walked in the door. Uh-oh. I distinctly remember her telling my dad, “don’t ever do this again!” She was probably annoyed that we created a huge mess in the kitchen without giving her any milkshake, or something. Dad told me when she stopped yelling, “I guess we can never make a shake again.” Those were the saddest words I’d ever heard.
My next experience with milkshakes did not occur until I was fifteen and my brother asked me, since I’m the one in our family with the most blender smarts, how to make a milkshake. I said, “you put ice cream, milk, and a sweetener in the blender and blend it.” Mom insisted, “you don’t need any sweetener, just ice cream and milk.” Sam looked at me, looked at her, looked at me, and said, “I think I want Sabine to make my milkshake.” Smart kid. So, he and I headed off to the kitchen, and scooped a big ball of chocolate ice cream into the blender. I added milk and some chocolate fudge, and we blended it for a couple seconds. I poured it in a glass, and voila! I’d made a milkshake with no prior experience. (And I cleaned up with no yelling involved.) Sam said it was the best dessert he’d ever had, which is quite an achievement since he’s super-ultra-mega picky about food. Of course, when I mentioned the shake a few weeks afterwards he told me it was “kind of gross”, but that’s just little brother code for “IT WAS AWESOME!!! (but I don’t want to give you any credit for it.)”
Just this morning, I felt like a smoothie that was healthy, but also reminiscent of those milkshakes that were forbidden to me most of my childhood. So, I made a strawberry vanilla smoothie with a life-changingly genius, sinlessly indulgent ingredient: vegan cookie dough. I had it in the fridge anyway from the time I made peanut butter cookie dough donuts, and I needed to find a use for it. Since it’s vegan, there was no need to worry about consuming raw egg or anything like that. I added it to the smoothie, and the smoothie became like a healthy milkshake. I’ve put it in the dessertable smoothies category, but it’s totally healthy enough for breakfast.
Strawberry Cookie Dough Sensation Smoothie
- 1 banana
- 4-6 strawberries (or if you don’t like strawberries you could omit them and add some chocolate chips or something, to make it more desserty)
- 1/2 cup milk
- 1 Yoplait vanilla Greek yogurt
- 1 tbsp chocolate fudge topping
- 5-6 ice cubes
- 1/4 cup Eat Pastry brand peanut butter chocolate chip cookie dough (found in refrigerated section at Whole Foods)
Place all ingredients except the cookie dough in blender. Blend for a minute or so, then check and see if the ice is crushed. (I think I was too impatient in this step today because my smoothie had a bunch of ice chunks in it.) Once ice is all blended, add cookie dough in several glops and blend for literally a second. (The first time I tried to make a cookie dough smoothie I blended the cookie dough for too long and it wasn’t in delectable little chunks anymore, it just melded into the smoothie. This time I knew better.)
Pour into a glass and enjoy!
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