Red Velvet Milkshake: the à la mode motherlode
Milkshake #4
This is it. The milkshake for which all other milkshakes were but a preparation.
The idea made its way to my inbox from Noel, a former wired jaw patient; his father and my stepfather are old friends. Noel and his dad actually sent me a long set of suggestions about how to get enough protein and create nutritious blender bases, which have helped me tremendously and deserve a separate post. Of course, my attention was drawn straight to this milkshake. Because it is genius.
Red velvet cake + ice cream + milk.
That’s it.
This beautiful slice of cake comes from the Blue Stove Bakery, a relatively new and unbearably cute purveyor of homemade pies and cakes, just a few blocks from my house in Williamsburg.
The number one rule when your jaw is wired shut is to listen to your body and eat what you crave. If you are especially partial to some other type of cake, please, make your milkshake out of it (I’d even be curious to hear how a pie milkshake turns out). The main advantage to sticking with the original recipe and using a slice of red velvet is that your milkshake will be pink. Normally I’m no advocate of food coloring, but when almost everything else you ingest is a shade of green or brown, a brightly colored milkshake really lifts the spirits.
Conveniently enough, the only kind of cake I’m partial to is ice cream cake (which essentially means almost any kind of cake, as long as there is ice cream on or in it). But to be honest, it’s pretty rare for me to indulge in something like an enormous slice of cake like the one above; I ended up halving it. It is very difficult, once your brain is hardwired to care about things like open arteries and reshaping our food system, to turn off that switch and make such a ridiculously decadent concoction as this. Somehow, I persevered.
It tastes like cake! It tastes like ice cream! It tastes like a milkshake! All at the same time! Indeed, the sugar rush reduced me to a state of childlike wonderment. I can only hope to attain a similar state of bliss when I take my first bite of chewable food.
