5:00 Fridays

When I was pregnant with Bird I ate ice cream everyday. Every. Single. Day. Sometimes it was frozen custard, sometimes a banana fudge shake. Never a popsicle or the food world's worst excuse for dessert, a snow cone.

It's no surprise that my Bird is equally addicted to the creamy goodness of ice cream. He got a taste of the good life in utero. Bird generally goes for plain ol' vanilla but chooses mint chocolate chip when he's feeling particularly footloose. I'm one of those rare coffee ice cream girls myself, though I wouldn't turn down any flavor, except for Cherry Garcia. Blech.

I wish I could blame my 45 pound weight gain on Bird but I think Ben, Jerry, and Edy have to shoulder the blame here.

Since today is the eve of Bird's birth, I'm toasting my firstborn, whom I affectionately refer to as my first baby, even though it makes him blush. Six years ago today we shared an inferno burger and ginormous vanilla milkshake.

Six years later, we each order our own.


Bird Shake

2 scoops vanilla ice cream
1/2 - 1 cup 2% milk
4 - 6 York Peppermint Patties plus 2 for garnish (snack size)

For the age 21+ version, use 1 shot of creme de menthe and 2 shots of creme de cacao in place of the peppermint patties.

Blend until frothy. Serve in a tall glass with one of those crazy swirly straws. Garnish with a York Peppermint Pattie wedged on the side of the glass like a slice of lime.