
At Amy’s in Austin I had an amazing peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich milkshake. It was like I was drinking a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich! And who among us hasn’t always wanted to do that!?
The girl behind the counter had explained that their peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich ice cream is made with real peanut-butter-and-honey sandwiches, so a couple weeks later I decided to try to recreate it on my own, and I learned the hard way how important it is you take off the crusts. Because nobody ever orders their milkshake “extra fibrous.”
The thing is, I wouldn’t have had this problem were one of my neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries kind enough to make shakes. Why do neither of our neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries make shakes!?
Wouldn’t we all love a strawberry-balsamic shake? Or a Secret Breakfast shake for heaven’s sake? For heaven’s shake?
P.S. The dependable everyday photos snapped this photo somewhere in the Bay Area this weekend I think.
Previously:
Secret Breakfasts Plus Shots of Beam