A Life in Food by real-life Chef Cheryl Bennett
This is the Ultimate Malted Milkshake. Made for lovers of extra maltiness! This is a childhood treat. In my humble opinion, a malt is so much better than a regular milkshake. It has more flavor and complexity than just ice cream and milk. Made with malted chocolate candy, extra malted milk powder, homemade whipped cream and a mini ice cream cone garnish – this the ULTIMATE malt!
I loved this malt. It was surprisingly not too sweet, it was perfectly malty and oh so delicious!
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Songwriters often say that they do their best work when they are going through something difficult in their lives. They channel those feelings and pour them into lyrics that move us to our very core.
I don’t write music… I sequester myself to the confines of my kitchen.
Being in the kitchen is cathartic for me, it always has been. Looking back, I’ve realized that it is one of the reasons I love baking.
It brings me comfort in times of sadness, calms me when I’m stressed or anxious, reassures me when I’ve had a particularly rough day.
Baking is my therapy and let’s face it… it’s cheaper than $150 dollars an hour and much tastier.
I find solace in the kitchen, the familiar smells and sounds, the warmth of the oven… being able to “shut off” my brain and do things on autopilot also brings a certain sense of comfort.
Once again, I find myself puttering about in the kitchen late at night when the rest of world is fast asleep.
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Every summer when I was a kid, our church held an ice-cream social. I know it may sound a bit “Little House on the Prairie”, but it really was fun and coincidentally since L.H. is my favorite show of all time, quite fitting I suppose.
It was worth sitting outside in the sweltering heat and oppressive humidity of Midwestern summers… ice cream melting down my hand, a sweet & sticky mess and completely content.
In the fall, it was fresh-pressed hot apple cider and cake donuts which were also swoon-worthy, but more on that another time.
The ice cream socials were the highlight of the summer church events. We would eat as much ice cream as we could get away with until we were nearly in a sugar coma. If given the opportunity, I could would still eat ice cream ad nauseam.
I don’t just have a sweet tooth, I have an entire set.
Strangely I don’t normally like desserts that are cloyingly sweet, I like them to bring a little something else to the table beyond pure sugar.
While I do border on needing a program for my insatiable sweet tooth (Hello. My name is Cheryl. I have a problem with sugar…) My Achilles heal is ice cream.
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