My husband looked at me like I was crazy. I prefer to think I was being creative. As a mom of two toddlers, every day is an exercise in creativity.
My 4 year old has a strange problem with sounds. Alarms scare him. He refuses to flush the toilet because the sound scares him, but is fine under certain circumstances. He locks himself in his room when we use the blender.
The blender. That magical piece of kitchen equipment that gives us milkshakes.
We live in Southern California. It’s hot most of the year. Ice cream is kind of a way of life for my family. I grew up with big tubs of ice cream and milkshakes. My kids enjoy ice cream now, especially this past summer when we seemed to go from one heat wave to another.
Milkshakes are kind of another story. My husband and I love them. My daughter thinks they’re intriguing. Then again, she’s only 16 months so everything is new to her. My son enjoys one particular milkshake. From a restaurant. Because he screams every time we use the blender.
My husband kept giving me strange looks whenever I wondered if I could make a milkshake in a jar. Really, it sounded reasonable to me. I make single serve cakes in mugs and bowls. I shake up whipped cream and butter in jars. I’m sure I could make a milkshake in a jar.
And that would be fabulous, wouldn’t it? A nice cold chocolate milkshake (for the chocoholic I proudly am) on a hot not always summer day without any noise. My son wouldn’t go screaming and I would get my milkshake.
Perhaps I should get him used to noise. But that also sounds cruel to me. I don’t like spiders and will run from anyone who has one. I’ll struggle if someone makes me get used to one. A blender isn’t a necessity for us. We don’t have to use one for anything. Actually, outside of milkshakes, we almost never use one. By the time he’s old enough to cook for himself or live with others, he’ll be old enough to decide what noise he wants in his life. He’s been exposed. Good enough.
Back to the milkshake. I got some ice cream and put some in a jar. Then I added the milk and screwed the lid on. And I shook it, getting a nice workout for my arms. And I let my son shake it. And I let my daughter try to shake it.
And, voila, milkshake in a jar! No noise, no need to clean a blender. No need for a blender. I got my milkshake and didn’t send my son running screaming for his room.
All you need is a jar, something to scoop out the ice cream, the ice cream, and milk. No need for a blender and a cup. So, less clean up, too.
This works best with softened ice cream. If it’s not, you’ll get lumps, or one big lump. So leave the ice cream out for a few minutes, but get to it before it melts. Add as much as you’d like into the jar and do the same with the milk.
I grew up with thin milkshakes. My mom wanted us to have more milk, so they were milkier. Actually, we were so used to them that the thick milkshakes we got when we went out were just too thick and we needed a spoon. We didn’t actually ask for them very often, but, every summer that blender was blending away.
Now that your jar is full, make sure you screw the lid on tight, and shake. Check periodically for the texture you want, but you can always put the lid back on and shake some more.
It’s just like any other milkshake. But no noise and less clean up. With two toddlers, I’ll take that any day.
See, I’m not crazy. I’m just a mom of particular kids who embraces their little idiosyncrasies and just let’s them be kids.
Because what kid wouldn’t love to shake a jar and get a sweet treat?