I'm No Kelis

My daughters came home from school today and I offered them a better than usual snack...banana milkshakes. Well, more like one banana milkshake divided between two old plastic kids' meal cups, but still, how special is that? It beats the bowl of dry cereal or "Chicken in a Biskit" crackers I normally force on them. I bet we are the only people in the US of A who even eat "Chicken in a Biskit" crackers, which are sort of like Waverly wafers (the free crackers that come with your salad that your kids steal from you) that have been crop dusted in instant Lipton's Chicken Soup powder (all of the sodium, yet none of the nutritional value of real chicken broth!) But back to the milkshake.

I took a ripe banana from the untouched fruit basket on the counter, located the freezer burned low fat vanilla ice cream hiding in the back of the freezer, and got out the chocolate milk since we finished the skim milk that morning at breakfast. I de-stringed the banana and threw the chunks in the blender, poured in some milk, scooped two big scoops of ice cream with the least amount of ice crystals on top, and squirted some old chocolate syrup on top of it before putting on the lid and blenderizing it.

My kids were so excited. They danced around the kitchen, fighting over who got to press the blender and which straws to use. They got out a ruler and measured to the closest millimeter to make sure they had equal servings, then rushed to the table and sat down to commence slurping.

E was mildly appreciative, but S launched into a slew of compliments, how creamy and rich and chocolaty with just the right hint of banana for health. My favorite compliment, however, was "Who wouldn't want one of Mommy's milkshakes? They are the best ever made." Yes, I almost started singing Kelis's "Milkshake," but I didn't, since I didn't want to hear my 9 and 7 year old walking around later, crooning " My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, damn right, it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge."

Here is the link, in case you are feeling inspired to make a milkshake yourself. Or just sing about it. Which I am pretty sure has nothing to do with milk shakes at all.