Sunday, January 13, 2013
The Pretzel Milkshake
So there's this episode of the West Wing, bear with me... Yes we're about ten years late to game on this show. Anyways, Josh and some other White House staffers take the president's under-21 daughter as well as the president's young personal aide out for a drink. To a bar. When the president finds out, he tells Josh that when Josh told him he was taking them for a drink, he thought he was taking them out for some malteds. Josh asks him, what do you think this is, a production of Our Town?
Though I am of the age for which a bar should be seen as a dispenser of sweet nectar, a wonderful adult refuge, I would be more excited to be taken out for a malted. I've never had one! But it sounds fabulous! Though I may not have been shown the wonders of a malted as of yet, I do become deliriously excited about going out for milkshakes. I've been assuming malteds are a relative of a milkshake, perhaps I am way off base here?
Anyways, a few months ago, we visited the East Coast, and my dad thought he was taking us out for a cheesesteak at this awesome, personality-filled diner near his work, called Bobby-O's. Now, don't get the wrong idea, the cheesesteaks were great, super delicious!
But it was their extensive milkshake menu that was the total highlight. Column after column of tantalizing combinations - chocolate and caramel, vanilla cherry, etc, etc. We chose a Milky Way one, because why not? It was wonderful. One of the best I have had!
A few days later, we made my dad take us there again. For milkshakes. And for cheesesteaks. But really, for milkshakes. This time we got a vanilla pretzel one. It sounds so simple - vanilla and pretzel - but it's one of those combinations... They come together and are this vanilla-pretzel-filled, sweet and salty, drinkable confection that gets into your head like an earworm.
Like the bars of a song you can't scrub away from your brain, this milkshake will stay there, forever dangling its exquisite ambrosial liquid in front of your face until you can no longer take it any more. At which point, only two options are available. Spend about a thousand dollars to fly the family across the country for a milkshake at Bobby O's. Or make one at home. One of these is significantly cheaper than the other. So we went with that. I think I would have gotten along famously with President Bartlett. If he wasn't, you know, a fictional character.
As a postscript, I would be remiss if I didn't provide a warning about this milkshake. It is apparently not only appealing to humans, but to our four legged friends as well. Our cat Rambo became a bit protective over ours. He attempted to claim them as his. And I have a report from my friend Jess that when she made it, one of her pups was smitten as well. So you may have to share.
2 cups homemade vanilla ice cream
3 tablespoons ground pretzels (toss a few handfuls in a food processor and grind), plus more for serving
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2/3 cup milk (we used 2% because that is what we had around)
I put all the ingredients in the bowl of a mixer and use the paddle attachment to mix everything together. Or throw in a blender. Whatever works for you! Crumble some pretzel on top as a garnish.