Thursday, September 17, 2009

Bring It To My Mouf

Dear Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake:

I don't know what in the name of Willie Wonka you think you are doing so far from home (and by "home" I mean "my mouf,") but you need to get yourself out of The Stand in the Big Apple (which is apparently where you have been keeping your boots lately, no doubt under some fat guy's bed), get yourself on a bus, and head west. Hell, I will even send you the quarter for bus fare. Isn't that what bus fare costs these days? I have no idea. The last time I was on a bus was when I was a kid and my mom was trying to save a few bucks (but still wanted to go shopping - BWAH) so she made my sister and me ride the bus with her downtown to go to the Jones Store. BUT I DIGRESS.

But I haven't forgotten about YOU, my sweet Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake. Oh no. In fact, Oprah has graciously posted the recipe for you
right here. Granted, I don't think it's the exact one from Stand, but close enough, Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake, close enough. Don't think for a second I am not going to whip you up reeealllll nice in a blender and drink you down, because I will. As I sit here waiting for my hard boiled egg and Orowheat multigrain sandwich thin with I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, I will be thinking of YOU, Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake.

Oh yes I will.

Bon Appetit!


SGM said...

I think the toasted marshmallow shake was on Food Network this week and my 8 yr old was droooooling. And here is a recipe! You are like, reading my MIND. Freaky. Totally making these tonight. Even with the sour crm.