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My frosty strawberry milkshake has a hint of rose water. This aromatic flavor pairs perfectly with strawberries!
I was fortunate enough to grow up with a dear friend who taught me a lot about enjoying lifeโs simple pleasures. Cindy comes from a long line of simple-pleasure-seekers, people of the land who had an apple orchard downstate and who have a property that they call โthe woods,โ just to hike and camp there and commune with nature. Cindyโs mom grew up a city girl but is made of the same ilk; I distinctly recall as a child observing her take a bite of a Twix bar in such a way that I discovered that one bite could, in fact, satisfy. All of those simple pleasures take keen sensitivities, the kind that makes great poets, which is precisely what Cindy grew up to be.
Cindyโs world enchanted me, a world of old things, vintage things that had been saved for generations. She opened the door and invited me into the world of dollhouse miniatures, and together we collected tiny things for many years. When we were up north, where her family also had a house for a time, one that was itself like a dollhouse, we would make an afternoon of lunch at Jespersonโsโgrilled Swiss Dill with a milkshake (someone recently asked me what would prompt a kid to order the unusual Swiss Dill sandwich the first time, before knowing how good it is. My response was: Cindy).
After lunch, we made a bee-line for Games Imported in Petoskey, which had the finest display of miniatures around. One of their doll houses had lights that actually worked, a marvel at the time. Back home in Lansing, some great Saturday afternoons were spent scanning the miniatures aisle at Frankโs Nursery and the magazines next door at Community News.
Itโs not surprising to me that one of my most memorable Valentineโs Days was at Cindyโs house when we were in middle schoolโValentineโs Days like the one when I waited for three hours to be seated for dinner with a guy at a restaurant in Ann Arbor, only to be unable to eat a thing because Iโd now had more than my share of wine, are better off forgotten. Cindyโs mom turned an ordinary winter day into a special time by making us a surprise. Next thing we knew we were seated at the dining room table with pretty linens and tall glasses filled with pink strawberry milkshakes and a little plate of chocolates. We dubbed the shake a โStrawberry Dreamโ and have been referring to it for years in the Valentineโs cards we send each other.
February has never been the dull winter month for me that it seems to be for others. Valentineโs Day, and just preceding that, my birthday, and just after that, my sisterโs birthday, have always kept things lively. My mother made my February months memorable by giving me sumptuous Valentine birthdays, with pink hearts all around. One year I came home from school to find a tiny mahogany dining room table, complete with chairs and brass candlesticks, perched on a cake platter in front of my chair at the head of our own dining room table. In the center of the miniature table was a pink and white birthday cake, a replica of the pink cakes sheโd been baking me for my birthday always.
This year Iโll be at the dining room table here on Main Street on my birthday and Valentineโs Day, where I have the miniatures out for the first time in a lot of years. A leg is broken off the table and an arm off the chair, but they’re clean breaks. It’s the kind of brokenness, like the kind I’ve known, that doesn’t in the end detract but rather signifies a good long run of it, and still standing.
Iโll be serving up for myself a little plate of chocolates from Howseโs and a frosty strawberry milkshake, but with a twist, adding a drop or two of rose water. This aromatic flavor pairs perfectly with the strawberry, as we tasted with strawberry-rose lemonade last summer. Iโm indulging in the off-season berry becauseโฆwell, just because. Hopefully, it will snow on Valentineโs Day too, falling softly outside my window and letting me know once again that the simple pleasures in life are the best of all.
Strawberry Rose Milkshake
Ingredients
- 6 strawberries, hulled and chopped
- 2 teaspoons sugar
- 5 scoops vanilla or strawberry ice cream
- 2 tablespoons cold milk
- โ teaspoon rose water
Instructions
- Sprinkle sugar over the strawberries, mix and macerate (let sit) for 15 minutes to bring out the strawberry juices.
- In a blender, add all ingredients and pulse for 30 seconds. If itโs too thick, add a bit more milk. If itโs too thin, add a bit more ice cream. Beware not to add too much rosewaterโa little goes a long way.
- Pour into two frosty chilled glasses and enjoy with a good friend.
Nutrition
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I am late in reading it, but wanted to tell you how much I love the post!! And I agree with Jodi–so happy to have the link to Cindy’s work!
Thank you G!!
Your posts are wonderful, Maureen. This one especially made me smile. Thank you for the link to Cindy’s blog; I wasn’t aware of it before. Happy (almost) birthday!!
Thank you thank you Jodi! ‘Twas long ago, wasn’t it?!
Such fine memories…and how lucky we are to have them. Thank you for a particularly special post. xo
I always say, the antique glassware, china and silver make the meal!
Yes!!!